What memories are made ofElectrons and molecules,locations and meetings,cells and membranes,plans and chance encounters.Significant eventsand insignificant occasions.Tiny sparks of electricity.Sleepless nightsand countless dreams.A small release of chemicals,passing from…
This quote really stuck with me, I think we can all do with this realisation sometimes. I get these sudden, unbearable realizations that I should have been more…
Small gardens and terraced houses. walking along a quiet street. Suddenly a fox, leaps out, looks at me, and disappears across the road.
Under the bridgeA ray of sunshinefalling on two pigeonsfighting over a French frywhile dodging cars and cyclistson the red lineby the side of the road.
Falling leavesIs it realistic,to hope to catchat least one falling leafThis autumn,in London?
What’s a story A collection of words. A collection of related words. A collection of ideas and thoughts put down in writing. A story goes from A to…
Waiting for the bus, seeing trees turning red and yellow. A ray of sunshine touching the leaves, lighting up the scene. Sunshine reflecting off a high window. Autumn…
Fleeting moments of strong connections. A common goal for a few hours. Shared hotel bars and hotel rooms. Build the stage for a moving performance, then take it…
Low fences, short grass, a path. High trees and fallen leaves. Nearby, almost in the park, rows of buses, taxis, cars. Engines rumble, horns. Cyclists rush past, people…
On the road, on the bus, on the way to work. I have a seat, I’m sitting down, by now others are left standing. The bus will wait…
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