This was possibly one of my favourite days in London (And this is the final installment of my holiday posts): I can’t decide which is lovelier: Primrose Hill during or after the rain? So much walking was to be treated with good food at Jamie’s. Here, I had squid ink pasta with scallops, surrounded by businessmen (and …
Everything looks better from high above. While eating peaches, I thought of a line that I would want etched on my skin forever Person, creation or merely a transitional place I didn’t want to leave the bridge, so I walked backwards instead nimitur in vetitum, semper cupimusque negata Before the past becomes the present, becoming something …
Perhaps when you are in a place so beautiful, you believe there is a god. You pray to him/her, you plead, and give thanks, and you stand up and walk away. We sat in the Notre Dame cathedral for a long time, unperturbed by time or thoughts; two ladies in front of us snapping photos and talking. …
Montmartre has character, was what I said when a friend asked me how it was. She also said (of course not in her exact words as I cannot remember) that it was another way of saying that Montmartre was dodgy as hell. And it was quite dodgy, especially where we stayed for the first half, …
Writing retrospectively and alone in my room, without any witness, I am aware that you cannot pry apart what in fact, is more fictitious than the other. But I’ve just dropped my keys in the bowl and sat myself on this chair with my socks still intact. I have not mustered the patience to shut … Continue reading »
Something about the way she speaks that her mouth seems disproportionate; lost within that sea of language which makes her face an archive of slippages. Languidly volatile, inexplicably fragile. Do you remember those deep dark drapes of curtains curtailing your sense of time? Or tell me something – anything- about your childhood, or your next destination. Let me … Continue reading »
Hipster’s Journal Day 16am I woke up hallucinating from the shrooms on the bed or was it all in my dream?7am I found a chain in between the sheets and the bling must be kept safe (note to self)8 am Finally found the sun and it’s officially the start of the day. All star signs … Continue reading »
My days are gently perforated by these apparitions, contrails on a cold, quiet morning, loops overhead while the severity of reality jolts me from my somnolence. It is too soon for importance when you’re just a petal within the hurriedly painted backdrop of the rhythmic spaces of isolation. Droning settles in as silence makes its … Continue reading »
Breathe. While the seconds slowly congeal into a frame of time where you revisit repeatedly, bright white lights emanating pulses of dread, carelessness and love in unequal portions, shifting as the night shifts, sending signals to sailors lost at sea. Taking Ovid to bed means waking up almost the same. Sleep is my greatest crime a … Continue reading »
The rhythm of your pace is the relation between what you believe and what you believed before. Continue reading »
I am not These passing vestiges In a space Encumbered by your longing And my impatience You Are the distance I love A chance encounter Of words An accidental collusion Where these hands meet Like a child eager to find and greet his first garden friend We would become An image of what we are … Continue reading »
