fond memories of a whirlwind visit to the state where the sun always shines, california: a 13-hour flight back in time to hug an old friend. landing in ‘frisco, wonders abound we explored the cultural coves of the iconic city. we traveled 15 hours by foot over a mere 2.5 days. we slept in the heart…
surrealism (an alternative definition).
a quick search on google defines ‘surreal’ as a “bizarre moment” or a “hallucinatory dream with unreal qualities”. the meaning of the word is also derived from the 20th-century art movement, surrealism, that inspired artists and writers to explore their creative potential through the unconscious mind. with that context – and as an experimental writer myself…
back to the future 2.0 (the paradox of time).
i am travelling back in time today, literally. on a jet plane san francisco bound i will arrive at the same time on the same day as when i departed melbourne. i am not quite sure how the reversal of time works but somewhere whilst 28,000 feet up in the air, flying through hemispheres – south to north…
a student of the school of life.
approximately two years ago when i started to revisit philosophy about the self/self-identity, the school of life came up in my research. a london-based hub of theory and thought, idea and insight, the school aims to guide humans on how to live life happily and fulfilled. once a week or so i tune in to read blog posts or…
the tricky thing about being alone.
[while on a bush walk through the outskirts of wellington] surrounded by nature, getting lost on an unknown trek through mile-high bush, i begin to think about the fortitude of solitude. i have always believed that there is a significant difference between being alone and being lonely. always one to be independent, i have taken great pride and…
wayward to wellington with bon iver on repeat.
i haven’t been creatively vocal lately. a combination of some silent soul searching, professional diversions, life alterations and fond farewells have kept my mind preoccupied. i have rejoiced in being busy, finding my stride again. after 18 months of stumbling some sound sense of direction has been reintroduced back into my life, which i have taken as…
beautiful people.
people. the world is filled with them. 6,775,235,700 to be exact. well, according to the world bank’s world development indicators that is. 6.8 billion people. that is a lot of mates. which is why we are ever so lucky when a couple of those billion stand out of the crowd, grab your heart and take you…
flurries.
i had the most vividly beautiful dream last night. i was all rugged up, tightly bundled, playing outside. and it was snowing. mass flurries. white magic surrounded me…perfect serenity. is it ironic that i dreamt a winter wonderland whilst waking up to a crisp, cool melbourne morning? it is the last day of may…
a lost and found box of human sensation.
continuing my recent addiction to cultural indulgence i found myself at the st. kilda film festival opening night – all in thanks to a lovely australian girl who is helping me make old interests new again. it cannot compare to toronto’s hot docs yet this festival has its own pride and flare – celebrating australian indie film. a night of talent…
when we were eleven.
lately, i find myself soaking up as much artsy and creative culture as i can. i’ve been hungry for it and my appetite is huge. i’m famished, starving for indulgence. the latest – documentary australia foundation. a brilliant mix of film, charity and philanthropy. congratulations to whomever came up with this hybrid. “a showcase of…
static confusion. 