Thoughts that pass through the mind. A sudden flash, a way of seeing the world. A desire to share.
“Writing is my remedy
against the impermanence
of things.”
When I contemplate a landscape, I wonder whether my love of beauty has become a gentle drug, helping to erase from my mind the violence of our society.
I struggle with unshakeable beliefs, except for the one that tells me to question my own thinking.
How can we recognise an act of kindness? By the act of kindness that follows it.
Moments of media fasting are often solitary, because they allow us to fight against resignation and the contagious feeling that everything is going wrong in our lives.
