Aug 18, 2012

AMUSED


Can't wait to feel like this again.


The Gentlewoman



Aug 15, 2012

EVASIVE


The people have returned. The streets are full and the trains, buses, cafe's and stores have an energy that only movement brings. Charged and unpredictable. The pulse is back and the air is stirred. Everyone is everywhere and we live in constant consideration. Adjustments are inevitable. What resembled a deserted city is now a bustling place of business again. Hard to imagine it was anything other than unpopulated. People vanished over the summer, attending more important things, like life and a tan, while the city sat waiting at a dim hum. And as if overnight they flocked and they settled, appearing on the street the next day like they never left. Visually it's such a noticeable difference and psychologically it's elusive. It's in the atmosphere. It can't be touched. There is a pattern emerging in the city's cultural habits, much like the weather and you'd think that you'd get used to it.  Summer is petering out with autumn showing it's first signs last week. And I doubt very much that it will stop there- forward, into the darkness we go. You could say it's all-round positive on this front. 




Aug 12, 2012

ABOVE



We're going to walk there, in the dirt. I follow rivers, deep sea baby. I follow you. Looking for the constellation. Everything you could possibly want and none of it means a thing. Easy living, it makes you vulnerable. Be on guard. Nothing is set in place. How very short sighted of you. It's too late. Misguided yes, but not a victim, no. Slap that brave face on. Go out there and rely on the moment. The big gloss. Stop buying things you know will never really be yours. Possession is a temporary thing. There is social stigma so why don't we believe just in case. As creatures we're all cousins. Mutation is instant. Back where we came from. No rhyme or reason, in my boots, as it were. On this side of the decision. Don't hang your head. Diamonds are cut for the carat. With the devil on your back. Shake it out. Why don't we get a little closer. Bohemian rhapsody. It's too fantastical, we don't need it. We want it. OH, to be a Missoni. Prestige in a print, it runs through the vein. Please let me get what I want this time. It's the best we've seen, so it must be the best there is. 


'Charlie Boy' The Lumineers
'Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want' The Smiths
'I Follow Rivers' Lykke Li
'Shake it out' Florence and the Machines 




Aug 6, 2012

FROM NOWHERE



The human experience. Happiness- what makes you happy? There is a very real possibility that we've got it wrong. That what it means to be happy has been confused with the pursuit and projection of success. Work is called work for a reason and surely there's more to it than that. What are the odds that our busyness is guised as something else. That this state of mania is not necessary and that good work can be done without it. Doing more than yesterday and more than the person next to you. Perhaps as a whole we think it makes us more important. And things may be against us. We are growing in numbers and competition is not, not an option. Contentment is for retirement, to be put aside until tomorrow. For the weaker, less ambitious man. It's not valued and whose fault is that? Let's perpetuate our busyness. Let's do everything quickly and tell each other just how busy we are. What's the rush, where are we all going to in such a hurry? We're not even on our own team. 


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"The 'Busy' Trap" by Tim Kreider for NYTimes