Thoughts for the day
You’re my favourite
And time is a hook on a line
Hug goodbyes. Not sure when I’ll see you again, you must keep well.
I’d rather be a frequency in noise than the organised ones and zeroes but then again, I must choose my battles.
I’m on a sunset drive with a man desperately dashing across the N1. Grandfathers don’t answer their phones.
Pay attention. It’s what connects us. Bonobo frees the mind into dialogue with yourself.
Only the brave














