06 March 2014
05 March 2014
I don't think I will ever get my fill of London. A true monster of a city, it swallowed me up and spit me back out without a second thought. Which just makes me want to poke at it again with a shorter stick. And I have to say London does Christmas better than any city I've ever visited.
The cutest children's tour at the fashion exhibit. Everyone had a hat and the guide was this rosy-cheeked woman who was so enthusiastic, it felt like she was leading them into a magic marshmallow kingdom and not weirdly-lit room full of old clothes. I would have followed her into the magic marshmallow kingdom.
"...if one cannot be both it is better to be feared than loved." -Niccolò Machiavelli
04 March 2014
I need to be honest with you and share my little existential crisis.
I say little. It's been growing bigger and scarier for several years.
Every so often, I ask myself why I keep shouting in the echo chamber. Why I dedicate so much of time to the presentation of life. I wonder if I've been busy missing the desert for a grain of sand, and I wonder what is worth giving my attention to in this world.
Most bloggers wake up at some point with such a crisis, but it's the ones who power through that make it, in the end.
So here I am, wiping the slate clean and powering through.
21 February 2014
so my eyes have been replaced by reflections,
a parallel world in one-way glass
or on better days, a sparkle, a twinkle of the eye.
that's the end of being photographed in glasses.
I guess it's good
for the existence of some things never to be recorded.
i was never here...