I overhear many conversations about fathers, mothers, children. Illness, love, fragility, death. And how sad it is that we think our tears will burden someone else’s. So we hold it all in. We censor our own pain with fear and carefulness. And we become afraid of it. Round and round we go. A message pingsContinue reading “Parks, pavements, buses…”
Category Archives: Me&We
Honouring silence : some thinking-notes
A part-continuation from my last read: A Eye which features a visual narrative titled ‘in the silent channel’ (page-spread no.10).
Me&We: in pictures and captions
If I could speak to my 20-year-old self, what would I say?
This is a rolling blog 🎪 that shares some fleeting impressions and some heavier droplets from my story of Me&We.
