Yellow | Colour
It’s bright, cheery, and happy. It’s vibrant and energising. It’s sickly and nauseating. (source)
Pink | Colour
It’s soft and delicate and airy. It’s bright and vivid and vibrant. It’s happy and brilliant and fun. (source)
Musings from a Mountaintop
Here, the world is different. Different to the world below, a world of buildings and traffic and technology. A world of noise and pollution, violence and chaos. Here, the world is quiet. The world is ancient and unchanged.…
Musings from the Beach Front
The air positively thrums with noise. Every sound coming from every direction. The faint summery music filtering through distant speakers. The soft slapping of a million pairs of flip flops on the paved pathway. The whirring and grinding…
Musings from the Pier
The ocean stretches out to meet the sky, an infinite wash of blue, interrupted only by the dark vessels drifting along the horizon line. The sky is dirty grey, dreary and still, uninspiring, save for the tinges of…
Musically Inspired – Hazy Memories
Bright lights, pounding music, flashing colours, swarms of people… liquid tumbling down my throat, filling my belly with warmth… the city feels alive and dead at the same time… its energy coursing through me, spurring me on and…
Musings from a Skyscraper
Is there anything out there beyond the mass of towers stretching into the heavens? Buildings pop up from the ground in all directions, floor upon floor precariously stacked on each other. Dozens of identical windows line each one,…
Musings from Bristo Square
The sun beats down hard, as if it were trying to burn through the ground. It’s hot, unusually hot for the city at any time of year, and the population is out in force, soaking up the rays…
642 Things – Park Bench
“Never underestimate the lives of old men sitting on park benches” (source) Every day for the past seven months, I have walked the same route to and from work. I walk through the park, that little green haven…
Musings on a Rainy Afternoon
Rain. More rain. Always rain. Streaming down the windows, trickling in the gutters, running in rivers along the street. It’s as if the sky has had it heart broken for the first time, and the tears can’t stop…
