Take Care of Your Five Metres
If we were to take care of what is around us, within our five metres, how would the world be then? What if we quit looking at the internet and started paying attention to what is around us? What if we let go of our ego, for five minutes and realized that the small egoic…
Your vendetta travels with you; caught up in your spellI dance to the beat of your drum. It is not my drum.I try to give it back but you won’t take it!I can’t play this drum,for the skin is smeared with blood you are waiting to spill. Travel has a way of making you see…
Listen to yourself…
Listen to yourselfJust listen…Can you hear it?That still small voice inside?How often do we listenTo that little voiceThat pleads with us to changeTells us that that thing…It doesn’t even matter.How often do we disregardThe silent wisdomOf that little voice That is drowned outBy the cacophonyOf a millionOther voices?How often do we sit,Just sit…Silently…And listen?
Now, my memories of dangerous dreams seem prescient. But who would have believed me? Perhaps there is a role for me to play in this after all, because I feel like I’ve been awake and hiding, for too long. It’s time to come out of the closet and shut the door behind us.
An about page. Hm. Boring. Time for a new way of describing the indescribable. Art, and why it is made. My art. Why? What on earth is it all for? I make art because I don’t know what else to do. Nothing else serves my purpose better than art. I don’t need anyone else to…
Kity is Caught In a Weblike Matrix
Kity is caught in a weblike structure. She feels like she is holding onto one of the fibres of the web. It is sticky but was not composed of anything of the physical world. She realizes she is caught in an energy matrix.There was no sound. At all.The silence was deafening. Kity took a deep…