I’ll admit to having an obsession with clothing. Perhaps its something traded, once I gave up chemicals? I’ve had the good fortune to own some astonishingly beautiful clothes over the years, some of which are even in a museum. Lately, I’ve been hunting for a pair of pink, translucent shoes. Not just any pink, but specific to the one and only, dark designer. Not the ones made of horse-hair, not the version with the bronze toe-cap, not even the ones with the geodesic rubber add-ons. Nope, just the ones I can’t seem to find in my size, and of course, they are no longer in stock, anywhere in the world. .. maybe, I’ll just go for the yellow ones instead !!
Trying to explain to someone why heritage matters and what being Welsh actually means. Then, talking myself down from the realization you just can’t explain it to someone who isn’t Welsh! Sure, it IS the land of song, choirs and dragons - but say that to my face at your own peril ! Its a deep-rooted, unearthly feeling of melancholy and joy combined loneliness and euphoria simultaneously.Yup, that’s a good start - it is me.
Discovering new-to-me music and being inspired ! Watching a Terrence Malick film for the tenth time and still finding something new to marvel at. Driving around LA and not hating it nearly as much as my fellow New Yorker’s told me I would. Listening to two strangers discuss politics and gender fluidity as I tap my painted fingernails across my iPad - will either of them change their position at the end of the heated debate? Is Andre 3000 even possible? Finding comfort in the fact that Solange genre hops with no apologies! No need to talk, its not my thing. So much art to make its dizzying — it will cure all evil !
Most of my life I’ve been an insatiable reader. Novels, Statistical analysis reports, Aerospace publications, Science Journals, Terra firma and the origins of fault lines - read, learn, dream, broaden your horizons in the comfort of your own mind - Its quiet in there, with the ink drying in the sun. Socializing with the kidnap victims on the moon. Why did they get lost at all, leave alone the…. — You see, it's easy to lose yourself in the columns.