But what happens when the hand that feeds you bites back? Do you hold back in complacency, in fear of dying of hunger or do you search for another way to find food? Tearing yourself away from everything you have ever known and once more diving into the deep, dark, dense, dungeon of doubt? You made it out before –…
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Anagnorisis
Mood: Do rockets get sentimental when they lose their first stage booster and engines? Do they have a tearful farewell, thanking them for the work they did to propel the rest of the rocket into space? Do they stop to play a sentimental video and remember the good times, battling with unseen forces like gravity towards finally achieving weightlessness? If…
Get your sandals ready
The secret was in the way you wandered. These sped up snippets that they insist you should write are of little value in the larger scheme of things. The devil was always in the detail and the detail is not searched for – it reveals itself. And it is only revealed to those who linger, who stare at the same…
Tell me again
When you speak of it, it almost sounds beautiful. The thing you are describing sounds like it was something out of a book of poetry. As if it was a utopian magical kingdom with no pain, no clash, no fear. When you describe it, I almost want to go there. Almost want to be there. Almost want to be the…
A meditation on grief
I still grieve in private. Maybe it’s because absence is unquantifiable in collective terms. There is no “we” to the way we experience others. Even in the situation of a group of close friends the way people relate to each other varies. This means that the absence of any single person will still be felt by the individuals in the…
Send Supplies
Mood: It is said that when an baby elephant is born into the circus, they tether it’s leg with a chain. During its childhood the elephant struggles against the chain and is unable to break it until finally it breaks them. They give in – the chain is unbreakable. So much so that when they are grown (and can break…
Grab a Flashlight
Of course one must be careful when it comes to trying to understand the way language turns and twists, changes and morphs, adjusts itself to fit in the cracks between what we would like to express. Furthermore, it is very urgent that we pay attention to the syllabic breaks between a backbeat and a forward slash. It is here…
Of the Galaxy
Mood: That scene in the movie. The kid wolf is running in step but out of step with the rest of the pack, keeping up, but excited. Each of the other wolves eyes are set on the path ahead, but the kid wolfs’ eyes dart this way and that proud to be part of a pack after years of being…
Still Looking
Mood: The mess in the room is spectacular. Weeks, maybe even months of accumulated filth lie everywhere. Dishes have grown mould. Curtains are stained everywhere. Clothes are strewn on the floor. Pictures, once hung, now broken on the floor. Pictures, still hang, with broken frames and missing faces. In the middle of the room there is a chair, where a…
Tenena
If your walls could talk they’d tell you it’s too late Kendrick Lamar There was a time when you knew. When your drowning held itself with grace. Grace; that rampant, violent riot that calls itself a form of love. You can only be calm when the outside is drowning if the inside is in the same state. Balance was never…