I Wouldn’t Start From Here If I Were You

A few days ago, I had a conversation about what I said when asked where I was from. This morning, I came across this rather spiffing talk by Chetan Bhatt about not being defined by the answer to the same question. As this was clearly a message from the Dark Lord Cthulhu himself, I had to share.


So Happy Together

Continuing this week’s theme of expressions of love, this mural of Donald Trump kissing Boris Johnson went up near me earlier this month. On the surface it seems like political satire, but it might be much more. It might be an effort not to mock, but to uplift.

Cityscapes by Anthony Khayat (ed.), Sara Khayat (ed.), Gabby McCullough (ed.), and Willie Watt (ed.)

Cityscapes edited by Anthony Khayat, Sara Khayat, Gabby McCullough, and Willie WattRevealing the immense power of individual perspective to turn even the most banal of experiences into a meaningful event, and then adding the counterpoint that this makes each person responsible for their life being banal, this collection suggests that the real cityscape might be the spaces between the buildings. Vibrant, emotive, meaningful, yet also fun, the works make full use of the human mind being both the first and ultimate white space.

Staying Still To Move

It is easy to see travel as the journey between places we want to be; a step which needs to be taken to overcome the physical space but often not an end in itself. Even if we enjoy some travelling, the journey home is often rushed through in expectation of arriving back at our centre. And yet when we do arrive home, we often do not feel the release from disturbance we expected. This talk by travel writer Pico Iyer, raises questions over whether our understanding of both travel and home are at fault:

Nonsense of Snow

Gazing from my front window a dark ceiling covers the skies, pressing my eyes down through pale flakes falling on wet ground. Flashing in tatters of light, settling on beige, then swept by wind and man into corner drifts of muddy brown. Chill gusts force the scent of cleanliness through frames shrunken by exposure.