Yes witch are you lost
Getting dirty in nature really isn’t dirty at all. That any day than this filthy urban grime. Air artificially cooled. Switching between seasons in a short walk from the office to the car. Cold, hot, cold, hot. The bloody heat. 10 minutes walk to the train station is enough to shift my entire mood. Grime, grease, dust, tar-filled air. That black on the sole of our feet is posion in the city; but in nature it is intimacy. It is connection. To feel the earth... It is fucking fine, and I fucking miss it.
Do you love this photo because I do
V A S T.
I miss looking out across the water at the opposite shore, wondering, wondering, wondering... . I could see this lighthouse from my room in Wellington. It was but a speck from that distance. I always wondered if anyone else was looking at it at the same time... . I like looking out of windows very, very much. I like looking far away from high places. I like looking up to high places from low places. I like looking at random places on Google Maps. . All the while wondering, wondering, wondering... . But out of all this looking, I think I still look at screens the most, and it is an exceedingly depressing realisation...
Yes you bloody are now go kick some ass you champion you!!!
A wet Q tip
I miss stumbling upon the strange and the out-of-place. But more the who and where than the what and why.
I knew this kid was not from here. This is the kind of kid who fears nothing and no one, the kind that would go and look purely out of curiosity, the kind who returns your smile. These are the kind of kids born into a lifestyle of movement and change, who make games out of nothing, who understand, from early on, that a smudge of mud on the face or a bit of blood on the knee matter not on the grand scale of things. Urban kids nowadays are quite a sight to behold - digital natives, they are. Born into a world of devices and instant gratification. “Play” takes on a different meaning. Play used to mean “go outside and swordfight with sticks”; now it means “one hour of screen-staring, and one hour only, unless you throw a tantrum”. The Screen is now in so much control.
Please always be hello, why can’t it always be hello?
The spaces we occupy hold more power over us than we realise. I find myself suffocated after being inside too long; conversely I find myself yearning for the comfort of close walls after being outside too long. Is this science? Is this psychology? Is this design? Is this a matter of our individualism? Architects and interior designers, send me your journals.
Nature’s complexity uprooted and unveiled.