Category Archives: Landscape


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I have started to acknowledge the immense guilt I carry around with myself, and have done for the last 3 months.

I feel I have let people down.

I hope my actions are for the best, but as I cannot know the alternative, I guess I will just believe that they are.

I wish I wasn’t such a flake, and yet I admire my spontaneity.

I envisage an interesting life.

Art, beauty, articulate conversations, laughter, drunken dancing, romance, experience, excess, community, love.



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Do you ever get the distinct feeling that there are only two options?

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Letter by the river

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Writing a letter by the river.

The water the colour of ice.

Spilling my words on paper,

Instead of tears from my eyes.

Though they might as well have been.

And as night quickly advances on this scene,

I am left only with words  of either,

Longing or of vice.

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The Acropolis overlooking Athens.

White stones baking in the sun, a series of scaffolding, cranes and construction.

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In the new paradise

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Empty billboards, dusty alleyways and hungry cats-a cold glass of ouzo on a white tablecloth littered with leaves.

In the new paradise.

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This day

UN office with my brother.

Go to see the Broken-Chair statue.

Talking French with a handicapped man in a wheelchair protesting his recent eviction and smoking a giant pipe;

His dog’s name is Laik.

Tourists watching us suspiciously.

Camping under a giant three-legged chair outside UN headquarters,

he gives me a pamphlet in French as the cops come.

They leave him for one more night.


Hospital for last check up before sister’s c-section.

Drinking french 3 franc wine in a dimmed apartment with sleeping pregnant sister.

Reading me his brothers letter over skype,

space cucumber and the smell of soil,

written like how it is spoken.

Figuring it out on the bathroom floor,

but you smell like a warm breeze

Probably on a day when it would normally be too hot, but in it’s own way it’s exciting and refreshing.


Saw an old woman smash a bottle of red fruit cordial in the corner shop

Bought 2 Heinekens for roughly 3 francs,

drank one gave one to one of the guys in the park.

Bastions park:

“Hey camera lady come here!”

“I like the way you look, I like the way you walk.”

Nigerians, Congolese, South Africans smoking joints on an archway.

Shiny, ripped, shirtless man pulling weights with addictive intensity.

Kids breakdancing,

A man with a pet chicken on a string putting the bird on peoples heads,

Blonde women with prams walking by

Young couples dancing the waltz under colomned alfresco

Smoking joints with African dealers.

Cops arresting dealers with handcuffs and searching the grounds around us.

Mood drops momentarily.

Other dealers slowly escape into the crowds.


Change of scene.

Sitting on the grass smoking a joint stuck into a fruit drink bottle a quarter full.

Works like a bong.

Man practicing slap bass.

Slacklining in the distance

Purple clad marching band surrounding the park.

Drowning them out with freestyle to beats.

Not understanding, but feeling completely accepted.

Wander home feeling stoned.


What an interesting day.

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