dérive

I had seemingly forgotten the silent charms of Europe. Forgotten the bewitchment of narrow laneways embedded with towering fanciful facades. And how I envied every hand-laid cobblestone encountered beneath my feet for its covetable knowledge steeped with historical accounts and whimsical tales. Its cityscape, a different kind of opulence, one that may be misunderstood for […]

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bohemian soul, cosmopolitan existence 

I am enervated with feelings of under appreciation, invisibility and irrelevancy. That my mere existence is one of sheer inconvenience; one akin to cancer or a depraved parasite. Of feeling like there’s nothing for me here. That there never really was and that I am not worthy of much more. I’m tired of looking for reasons to hold on but […]

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laced with edge

Internally I find myself in paradoxical foreign territory. My mind hustles tirelessly with unexplainable expectation while my heart is simultaneously enveloped in a hazy fog of nothingness. My mind incessantly forges with a blueprint for some kind of future; a most unconvincing tale it attempts to entice me with. Monopolising my time with materialistic impulse purchases. From shoes […]

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tough love

As I sat in my car awaiting my appointment, the shrieking wails from a toddler tore through the melancholic silence of a sullen underground parking lot. Such are the howls of boy being forced against his will; roaring and thunderous. I couldn’t help but find a connection between his reluctance in being strapped into his car seat with my […]

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zeppelin and bandits

I wander through this foreign interurban street with a firm sense of purpose and direction. Grasping my Leica with solemnity, instinctually aware of unwanted eyes fixated on the back of my skull. An unassuming tourist. A lonesome and frail female. An easy target. Of course, they mistakingly presume.

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music monday: bound

Oppression and suppression go hand in hand like friend and foe, bound to me for reasons unknown. My existence is one of redundant constraint and entrapment. Terrorized of peeping eyes, yet desperate to be recognised and distinguished. Like a caged animal in a glass enclosure, utterly at the mercy of its keepers. Completely at liberty to feel the sun […]

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