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.
Deserted beaches fill deserted souls.