He walked with his head tipped back, eyes pressed into the wide blue, clouds dragging their shadows across him like indifferent hands. The paddocks on either side were brittle with grass, and the orchard ahead leaned heavy with fruit. Apples, not just apples, he thought—each one a record of chance, a refusal to collapse. He […]
Suffering is not a mistake in the order of things; it is the order. What feels like rupture, misalignment, or lack of closure is the very condition that generates motion and awareness. Without tension, the field would dissolve into stasis. The loop persists because it cannot do otherwise, and every attempt to escape its curvature […]
Ageing is our embodied experience of entropy. In itself, it is neither good nor bad – it just is. The countless ways that things decay or almost wilfully disassemble – they tend on average to be costly and unpleasant experiences but there is a flip side to the story. This darker anomaly and compound mystery […]
We spend a lot of our lives hoping for a day, a moment when all the disparate influences and troubles we face just melt away and reveal a singular resolution and shining light of clarity. We invest our feelings, our beliefs and our personal livelihoods in the dream of a better life, of a commitment […]
How true it is: even as responsibilities (and their flip-side of worry) proliferate, as we take on so many more burdens and find that we must internalise the normative expectations and behavioural or cognitive and technologically-mediated vocabularies of a world that itself hardly knows any better than does an infant when first learning to walk, […]
Just living is proving to be quite difficult, at times. I really miss being a child and not constantly feeling as though I have to second-guess everything both I and everyone else do or think and feel. There is a simple state of just existing, of simply being present in life that seems to leave […]
…and there we all are, withered and worn by the aggregate burden of pandemic catastrophe, political ineptitude and an endless stream of normative everyday entropy that, not only does the media present to us because this salience of shock value is the central bank of any currency of garnering attention, but which is inadvertently also […]
Beauty is such a strange sadness to a wise beholder. Truth, wrapped in youth like those blossoms that in aging inadvertently aspire to become the hollow frames or elder coccoons to which their own pattern or tapestry in time must trace an inevitable descent and unforgiving trajectory. We celebrate the flower, the spring growth and […]
Consider this unravelling vessel, this body…
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Daedelus Kite 