Last week, out of the blue, a friend asked if I wanted to come with her to Angoulême over the weekend. Naturally, as I'd never even heard of the place, I said yes without hesitation.
In recent weeks, I've found myself in a serious rut. I haven't been writing to write, or creating to create. I've been too preoccupied with my camera, neglecting everything else. The paradox is that I haven't even uploaded the majority of my photos, and I've come to a realisation - I've been bogged down by [...]
(Disclaimer: I know it's Saturday - as detailed on the Deadly Words Facebook page, I had serious connectivity issues last night!) This week's photos are going to be hard to whittle down. I would probably use up the vast majority of my WordPress data allowance if I uploaded the sheer number of things I've shot [...]
"And I sat there still but in my mind I screamed "Goodbye, farewell!" to my hometown.." I imagine listening to this song on a train, gazing lazily out the window as the golden horizon shifts and warps before my eyes. Husky's "I'm Not Coming Back" is an ode to escape, to the wonder of [...]
Photo Friday: The home on Deadly Words for the photos I've taken throughout the week. This week features brownies, my bike, and Blackrock.
Photo Friday: The home on Deadly Words for the photos I've taken throughout the week. This week, I talk plans and possibilities, and visit my college at night.
When I was 12 years old, I can remember being obsessed with a song called "The Day I Died" by Just Jack. This is a song of existentialism and personal philosophy, one that chronicles the day that the protagonist passed away, and how it was "the best day of [his] life". It all fell in [...]