Outstretched beneath my feet I find energies that leach into me. Humming harmonies of the ether that soak into my skin life warm bath water. It’s a special feeling to feel what can wash over you and what can vibrate through you, it's powerful to witness, it's compelling to submit to the scratched out burrows we carve ourselves into. This is my time, my place; a series of branching corridors with mirrors and decisions. What paths I lean towards and what paths I claw the walls to climb out. It all feeds back into my soul, these places, these people, my decisions, my chosen contexts. This is what envelops me, the wind beneath me, the past behind me and my life in front of me.
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Royal Palace, Bangkok Cast into the warm fires of southeast Asia, I find moments to press up and lean against the presence of myself. I feel... -
It’s that time again. The throbbing breaths of the living city have been grinding up against my temples. The car fumes bite at me like an ad... -
I’ve travelled my realms within. They are expansive and wide, and together they construct the component parts of myself. My blood, my ether...
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