Where better to explore than the land of dreams… if you manage to record them you can read them back and pick it apart… I was in a gameshow. It resembled Love Island. Participating were people my age, though we were all separated into groups, like on Britain’s Got Talent. We were all wandering aContinue reading “Exploring A Dream”
Bold statement. Definitely. Black cabs are avoided in the street as the plague was avoided, I assume, by the villagers of rural, NHS-less England. In fact, I would say I avoid black cabs to the point that I even forget they are cabs. They’re just menacing presences that prowl the streets for drunk suckers. HoweverContinue reading “Uber’s are worse than black cabs”
Have you ever been lucky enough to see without eyes? I was introduced to the phenomena at Sensibility Festival, a festival which explores new ways to develop accessible and multi sensory arts practise. It requires an open mind and an active engagement of the other senses. What I found maddening is that we can allContinue reading “Seeing without eyes”
We’ve forgotten what’s important, as we follow blogs from people who tell us what they had for breakfast (sorry to the person who knows I follow them and recently blogged about yoghurt for brekkie). It’s just not the stuff of dreams, or existential thinking. What makes us human is our sometimes annoying, but very humanContinue reading “Yoghurt instead of Death”
You walk up the stairs and it’s pitch black. It’s ten past one in the morning and you left all the lights off upstairs when you went down to make toast. The world has a different perspective, and the taste of vegan butter is sinking into your tongue and dribbling out your mouth all atContinue reading “Nighttime….Day time!”
I love this photo. Of the two lovers, sat together in blissful harmony, not giving a toss about the photographer. They don’t smile sweetly, pretending to miss the people back at home that they’re writing the card to; rather,they stick it in their faces quite brashly and triumphantly, that they’re much ‘too busy to write.’ She’s probably just bought that fabulous hat somewhere down the promenade, and he’s probably wondering how quickly he can get it off.