I suppose I'll begin with an idea, because that is the birthplace of most everything. One of the most cherished parts of my day is the morning commute, a time when music and scenery coalesce leaving space for the imagination to bloom. Recently I found myself thinking about how our ancestors lived so deeply in harmony with nature, in awe of what we have accomplished but wary of the mayhem. I can’t say which life is better, I only question what has been transformed. We often forget to take the time to admire a pellucid body of water, a slender beam of sunlight, or the coziness of a thunder storm. We may even forget to ask ourselves the questions that matter most, questions regarding hunger and freedom. Swimming in the ocean often makes me wonder if the swells exist only to imbue our bodies with perfect weightlessness.
The inception of desire has many faces. Perhaps you are reminded of someone who got away, perhaps you crave variation, perhaps you desire one more dose of butterflies. Something I find fascinating is the thin veil that exists between strangers, courteous yet distant. I love to lift the veil, to tear it away and make space for a unique rawness we are forced to mask in our corporate lives. I so much appreciate the nuanced alterations, when nervousness melts into relief, the moment when chemistry is realised. That feeling when you discover you harbour the same love for a particular author, or ritualisitcally prepare coffee the same way... compelling conversation and an exchange of affectionate smiles a harbinger of good things to come.