Rebellion is tension unaddressed.

Freedom is a thing of beauty.

Demons delight in our nonchalance.

Leaving the tense detail to be undone by time.

In the darkest times, beauty will find a way.

Memories are my favourite gadgets.

That place of geographical absurdity where all ideology becomes chatter.

Magic is the plot twist.

Clear the rubbish before the rubbish strikes back.

All traps are self-fulfilling prophecies.

Whatever had lived left us its last breath as sacrament.

Only the unexpected can lead us to Avalon.

Lying low, so we don’t fall.

It’s far from over, but it’s a beginning.

Softness clarifies the edges.

Human nature, lost in translation.

The only way to address cruelty is to make ourselves unavailable for it.

If we are lucky, our illusions cost us money, only.

Beauty in sorrow, transience in joy.

Our stories are intertwined with the places we inhabited, forever.

The difference between running away and walking away is not measured in speed.

Crossroads are for changing course, not for settling in.

In the end, it’s about who we are, not who others say we are.

Take aim. Remember why you are taking aim.

All narrative is a lie. The truth can only be heard in the pauses between words. In stillness. When we recognise our own breath. Happy Earth Day.🌏

What are we willing to fight for, and why?

We always feel it, but rarely believe it.

Once we’re there, we’re back again.

Hope leads, faith prevails.

Reflexion is always inversion.

The transcendence of spirit, the transparency of soul.

Be subversively lovely.

Follow the oxygen.

Whisper to me the difference between safe and secure.

Be heard, not seen.

Address the maker, not the breaker.

Ease in, like piano tunes.

Imagine life always being somewhere else.

In the sea there are no lanes, only currents.

If in doubt, choose future, not the past.