II. Passing Tracks
Premise: we are thriving off the lives that criss-cross around us, leaving paper trails.
Author: Ohhhwillow
Find your face amongst the nameless letter, and alliterate with me
Terra 6
Originally posted on Creative Mine:
I tell ya, after 37 years on the force, you think nothing can really surprise you anymore. You start getting comfortable in your desk chair, waiting for the next call to come in. Couple homicides before lunch. Enjoy a minestrone while catching up on the news for an hour. Maybe…
Salt Tongue
We pepper our words for the common feast
Two months since losing Dad
Originally posted on Allison's Blog:
When I write anything I publish, I like to envision us in a boat, on a smooth luscious river where it’s velvety and steady, or seated together where I’m using decadent thick paint to tell a story in multiple colours, affecting textures across a canvas. But today, my quill…
I. Paper Trail
Did you ever take a breath to inhale the harmony of 200 hearts in transit, beating between old-beninngings and new-ends?
Stems // Skylines
Matter born of mind is never strictly unnatural
A Letter To Loneliness
On many occasions I have tried to find the moment of ‘solitude’ that directors write into desolate scenes. Believing that we are all thoroughly interconnected, I have found it utterly impossible to feel alone, however, or even marginally dissatisfied in the company of strangers. Thoughts inspired by Marx and Hegels documents on art and being as a social entity.
