How technology has clipped our ability to express ourselves creatively
A conversation with Anais Nin about the paradox of integrity in public journals.
On reading "The Incorrigible Optimists' club" I felt like I was in direct conversation with an old friend. Not only because I am a self proclaimed, eternal incorrigible optimist but also due the similarity of the protagonist's train of thought as my own which left me smiling as I read. One of the discussions to which… Continue reading Chiaroscuro: There is light and dark to be found in all works of art
I was in unfamiliar territory as I drunk my tea; 1920s New York to be precise. Taking a moment from Jay and Daisy's drama I was drawn back into a town which felt just as unfamiliar. The lack of dancing flapper girls was made up for by the equal lack of such ego-centrism. She passed… Continue reading Tiny Dancer
I asked if anyone was next to her or if I could sit there. She looked me up and down to consider if I had merited the seat. She relished the thought of having a stranger in such close proximity much like one might a cold bath. Sure, sometimes needs must but that didn't mean… Continue reading Coffee to go
I had a curious inclination to read Hemingway again which I couldn't put my finger on. Engrossed in The Old Man and The Sea I hardly noticed as she stood expectantly in front of me. There were plenty of other seats on the bus aside from the one directly next to me, but I obliged nonetheless,… Continue reading Just Judging
Prose based on my sonder about the people I pass throughout the day, the descriptions are true to life but the story is artistic licence...