Two weeks ago, on a stifling Thursday afternoon, underground.I sit in the subway, whisking me Westbound towards Islington station through that linear network of underground tunnels, the lights all a blur like shooting stars that feel their place is under the earth, not in the sky. Maybe nature and architecture are getting confused, so that they ( Read more... )

What is it about 'balance' that makes it so bloody elusive, so important but always seemingly one step ahead of me ( Read more... )

DISCLAIMER: This is something I am thinking about, and is very much in the spirit of my other journal entries. If you generally prefer just to read about the goings on, skip skip skip to the bottom. If you have enjoyed, even once, some of my other musings then please read and drop me one ( Read more... )

A hot shower, hissing water, the angry vapours stick to the mirrors and hold on tight. The bathroom lights cast a pale yellow through the gloom, like little moons fighting to be seen ( Read more... )

Rant alert! Something has been bothering me for awhile, a certain something that I chose to articulate in a journal entry after an argument my Dad and I had this morning ( Read more... )

"It is one of the great paradoxes of our time that man, who began the period we call 'modernity' with a self-confident assertion of his 'coming of age' and 'autonomy,' approaches the end of the twentieth century fearful of himself, fearful of what he might be capable of, fearful for the future. Indeed, the second half of the twentieth century has ( Read more... )

Stones can be so solid; they have such permanence and presence ( Read more... )

I have so much to write about ( Read more... )

I love those nights that break the bonds of time and space. You don't know how long you've been gone for, nor do you know how far you've travelled. All that is certain is the company in which you've partaken on this journey; your good friends, who can enjoy the night with you without technological or artificial stimuli like movies or booze or ( Read more... )

I don't remember buying my mistakes, but now I'm paying for them anyway.

This is such a strange and unfamiliar feeling - foreign only because it's been so long since the last time I felt it.

I'm a little scared, and the forest is feeling awfully dark and dense.

-Kev-