Sunburn
A day had wrapped two frowns Around my shoulders Because the sun was indifferent So I stood on my hands And told a friend That sunburn Is a matter of perspective Advertisements
Category: Thought
Finding Land
Grounded to land vs. Riding the wave
The Sigh and The Storm
One,
Full of life
The other
An idea
Diary of a Self-Consious Dream
A monologue by the personified dream
Chewing Gum
Layers
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.
In The End: Rough Hands/Tempered Hearts
A moment of self-awareness captured through an intentionally monochrome description of love.
