The Monastery of Used Bookstores
They're time machines. Confession booths. Repositories of the collective unconscious.
reflections
Dancing with the Hours
Here's to the slipperiness of seconds. To the way moments expand and contract defying our attempts to hold them still.
The manual of human weather
Seasons don't just change – they dissolve into each other like watercolours bleeding across wet paper.
The sound of silence
Learning to notice your heartbeat in the space between your thoughts.
Nothing has meaning beyond the meaning we give it
We are cosmic graffiti artists, spraying our declarations of importance across the indifferent walls of reality.
The shape of water
There is a profound relief in finally surrendering to your own shape, in letting your edges be edges
The man who never left
The greatest journey is the one we take in accepting that all our movements, grand or small, are just elaborate preparations for the moment we must stop moving altogether.I chose to begin with stillness
Why Moneyball is creating the age of average
This fixation on metrics in cultural spheres is creating a world where everything is optimised but nothing is truly brilliant
Nomadism in suburbia
It's greenest where you water it. And with a nomadic mindset, you can turn any patch of ground into fertile soil for growth and adventure.
Uncharted
The cartography of identity, where we plot our strengths and our quirks. But what happens when we stumble into uncharted territories?
Icarus
We need to reframe our relationship with failure. It is not some bogeyman lurking in the shadows of our endeavours, but mostly our doppelganger in the form of an insensitive teacher.
The Ephemeral
Brevity is what makes life beautiful. The fact that we get to explode into being, to burn with the fire of consciousness, to love and learn and create - even if it is just for a heartbeat in time - that's the miracle