Listening through some old playlists. Strange how music can transport… feelings, places and people are reconstructed inside. Memories re-experienced with a beautiful and nostalgic clarity.
I was cycling through some photographs on my camera and I realised I missed one.
This photo was taken a couple of weeks ago. The exact date I’m not sure, only that I was on a bus going through Angel, looking out the window.
Another thursday night, perhaps too late to contemplate such existentialist questions. Approaching midnight and questions linger. Can instincts be wrong? Can fiction be separated from fact?
My painting tutor once told me that doubt can be crippling. So is doubt’s brother, faith, the answer? If one holds onto faith, will it dispel all fear and nervous beatings of the heart? Will it cause one to act more justly?
Maybe.
Perhaps faith is more like a cool breeze through the window, calming a restless soul that tosses and turns on a hot, summer night.
6 months ago