i think we’re all a little disconnected from ourselves right now, don’t you? we are living one foot in our own minds, and one foot in the slip stream of everyone elses. the pulse of our lives, of our thoughts, of our own unique experience of being moved, is just beyond our fingertips.

theres a collecive longing in the air, of missing being close to ourselves, of being moved by something, a moment, a person , a version of ourselves that isn’t always analysing everything. we have stopped savouring ourselves and our own experiences. why would we? the answers to what to think and who to follow and how to form an opinion lay in commen sections all over the internet.

we’ve stopped rambling, stopped throwing pebbles at windows, stopped getting lost in eachothers eyes and letting our bodies com alive with art and the delicies that are human nature. for gods sake, people are editing out the sound of taking a breath in their videos because our brains flutter away at a moments notice.

i want more of humanity, of art, of the type of nuanced disagreement that comes from the art of pondering, of daydreaming, of knowing the texture of my reactions and the flavour of my own thoughts. not to get better or be healed or more productive or whatever insecurity is the core to marketing at the moment. but because what else is there to do but savour the human experience like a fine wine, surrounded by the sounds of our friends, swapping books and thoughts and touch with people who we aren’t paying to be close with, but that we invite into our homes because we feel something with them.

i want more of that. so this is my space for it