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put simply, age is only evidence of how you invest the time you’re credited with – without the meaning you attribute to the age you are and how you value it over the various ages you’ve been, the whole exercise is entirely pointless. Being thirty three doesn’t mean anything in and of itself, except to…

the concept of time is such a crock of shit. what’s two months? really, in the grand scheme of one’s life, how many are going to zero in on an eight-week period and talk about how critical it was to their life’s path? Yet, many people can identify one sweet day that changed their life…

extracting ourselves from Denver proved strangely difficult. Errands and detours kept us close to the city like the tension of separating magnets. But once we reached Crystal Creek, we’d felt an enormous shift and a weight lift. Suddenly we were free to experience whatever we wished, and submit ourselves to nature’s inspiration. A light cleansing…

The only way is up, baby! Just don’t underestimate what it requires to rise from the ashes, claw your way out of grave, haul yourself back up the well. In St Louis there’s a place called City Museum, which is an interactive art gallery constructed like an adult-sized playground. It was seriously some Willy Wonka…

a few years ago I wrote a similar blog to the one you’re about to read. that’s because learning a lesson is one thing, but exercising what you learned, exploring different applications, in quite another. ‘make something with it’, I said then, and say again now as I’m finding that expressing pain, channeling it from…

I’ve heard the phrase tonnes of times, but what the heck does “choosing yourself” even mean? On the one hand, it sounds like the most self-indulged self-absorbed approach to moving forward, an embarrassment. On the other it seems like a redundant turn of phrase, some commercial catch phrase for a process you’d undergo anyway. Maybe…

It kinda feels like skating, what we’re doing here. Without our compass, our driving force, we’ve felt a bit lost, and as though we can’t “connect” to our purpose, and time is so limited in each place, there’s a superficiality that we can’t ignore. We want to swim, but we can only skate across. Especially…

I don’t know what on earth possessed me to come back here. So much has taken place, been taken from me, and taken me far from the person I was when I stayed here what seems like a lifetime ago. I suppose, like all guests of the Choir Girl Hotel, I was called, woven back…

When you fall backwards out of a taxi and scrape a gash in your elbow, there’s an expectation of what you’ll do next. After you’ve incurred an outpouring of care from loved ones and eyewitnesses, you’ll need a gentle wash, clean the wound with water, salt, antibacterial agents. You’re best to keep the site clean…

this letter was written for and presented at the ‘Taking Up Space’ exhibition produced by Bo Bickmore and Variation Three. I’m incredibly grateful for the opportunity to have contributed. listen to the audio here. hey, I don’t suppose I’ve really earned this, but I hope you feel like I’m on the way. I’m trying, I’m…