*Space to cogitate & smell the carbon in a rushhour world*
"And now I am walking through Rome
And there is no room to move
But the heart, the heart feels free..." - Dear God Please Help Me, Morrissey
Benchmark
- One evening a pigeon flew in and perched on a high, brown bough. After preening himself, he settled, and then, seeking shelter and solitude within himself, he put his head back under his wing. In this, in the truest sense, he was a homing pigeon. That’s it, I thought, looking up at him. That is remedy for our ills. If only for an hour or two every day we would bring our head back to one height with our heart. In such a return is our best pioneering”. - from What the Curlew Said, John Moriarty
I am on a curiodyssey. Inherent is the desire for freedom and at the same time, a sense of its elusive ineffability, of constraints on obtaining or maintaining the state. Meditations on life, art, philosophy, humour and manifest phenomena can open doors, unlock chains or just lift the illusion of feeling alone. This blog, a media magpie, rounds up shiny scrolls and schedules select viewing!
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