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Life’s been a slump as of late. Ths feeling of stuckness, of fighting up a hill that never ends when I can’t see the top… where to go from here? It’s unclear sometimes, even though I think I’m better than where I was a month or so ago. I have more projects, more things to do for joy than for some alterior purposeor just for money. Not that money is unimportant, or necessarily bad; it’s just that I want to do things for me, not for someone else’s dream to earn my keep, persay.
A bedraggled scrap of maroon fabric whooshes through the air, carried on a summer breeze. It lands on a young woman in a gown of the same color, posed against a fountain as her family shoots photographs. She rolls the fabric between two fingers, smiling, and releases it on the wind. The piece slips between…
I curl a shorter strand of hair around my finger. I don’t suppose there’s any place I’d rather be than here, but that isn’t a compliment to this place; I’m just so unsure of where I want to go. The curling gets more agressive as I zone out, the sun behind the blinds near blinding…
As far as she could tell the space was empty, only periodically filled with haunting things. Familar faces appeared in her periphery but she did not know where they came from; their presence was more shocking than their lack. And even when the familiar faces appeared, she was not sure why they were familiar –…
If you are quiet, you can hear the world sing. Breaths like drumbeats. A touch of bug wings against each other. Gushing water the ambient sound of a beautiful and lovely song. If you dare, you can sing along.
Replacing the wondrous garden of the warm season with vegetables for the cold rains was an arduous task. On Katchka the warmth and dryness are long, drawn out, void of the growth of food and the fall of water; the importance of the wet growing season becomes more and more obvious as each year the…
Urban Habitat 