30 Sept 2014
24 Sept 2014
COUNT DOWN
I made this for a friend of mine last year. She had just moved into her own apartment at the age of thirty, after moving around quite a lot. I stole the saying from a song...I don't remember which. Sometimes you meet someone and you know their heart is set in stone in a very specific place, and your home won't ever be theirs.
16 Sept 2014
LIFE ONLINE
Since moving back to Cape Town, I really miss having a good selection of furniture on offer. Living in Germany made me take weekend trips to IKEA for granted. As long as slow-walking couples, dreaming of imagined futures, and toddlers with tantrums could be avoided, life was good. I now also miss my weekend trips to flea markets or buying cheap second-hand furniture online.
Goodness me. Lifestyle products are expensive in Cape Town. I long for the sleek, clean lines of a Swedish-inspired design and I promise I won't laugh that it's mass-produced and a mere facsimile, at a shop whose brand pushes a fictitious Swedish lifestyle.
13 Sept 2014
TO RETURN
The Weary One
By (the most awesome!) Pablo Neruda
The weary one, orphan
of the masses, the self,
the crushed one, the one made of concrete,
the one without a country in crowded restaurants,
he who wanted to go far away, always farther away,
didn't know what to do there, whether he wanted
or didn't want to leave or remain on the island,
the hesitant one, the hybrid, entangled in himself,
had no place here: the straight-angled stone,
the infinite look of the granite prism,
the circular solitude all banished him:
he went somewhere else with his sorrows,
he returned to the agony of his native land,
to his indecisions, of winter and summer.
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