Photograph

"Photographs are fake" she says, as she shreds the last remaining vestige, the last remaining reminder of what apparently was, what maybe could have been, what was crafted by the shrewd excuse for a photographer that was their neighbour, who had no doubt heard the screams at nighttime and at daytime and at any waking …

Speculate, reflect.

You've come to know you've good focus. But lately, you've been getting used to distraction. So the focus you have is only as good as you're unconsciously focussing on the thing you're not supposed to be focussing on at the moment, i.e. the distraction.  Academia? Distracted. Meditation? Distracted. Sport? Maybe a little bit focussed. Social …

Get a measuring scale.

Walk ten steps forward. Now three backwards. Hop twice on the spot. The vertical distance you cover in those two hops is the distance you're now permitted to cover horizontally. (I asked you to get a measuring scale now, didn't I?) Break the scale. It clearly did not serve its purpose.

Voices.

I love soothing, silent voices. I love the voice that has a smile in it, a little laughter, which you can almost feel as sublime words escape their lips. I love voices that echo themselves clear after mumbling their way through their rolling tongues, voices that learn confidence through trial and error and re-trial and …

Who am I?

​I am not a remarkable person I am not the kind of person who leaves a lasting impression I am not the kind of person you'll remember after meeting once I am not the kind of person you would remember fondly, for that time we fleetingly met and just *clicked* I am not a remarkable …