25/2/2018 In the bougainvillea shrubs by the fence, a Bulbul can be heard chirping. That is the only sound on the farm since morning. When the wind picks up, bamboo stocks can be heard rustling. This stay is about listening. And no running at all!
While the world goes on underneath, there someone casting away its old skin. I hear it is a resident and sunbathes often on the roof tiles.
A trail run at the farm turns into a day long fire fighting session. Witnessed profound love between fire and dried bamboo leaves. The crackling continues to echo in the night’s stillness. #farm
Take this to the Danube shores, to the Pixie - But tell me, did the wind sweep you off your feet?Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of dayAnd head back toward the Milky Way?
For the morning. Takes me back to sunny days of a Tamil town of past.
The language of ‘likes’A kind of conversation develops when strangers begin to register each other’s preferences, likes, interests, experiences… from the posts that they make on their blogs. This making of an association, which is too early to label friendship, yet a relationship in its own right, is a striking unravelling of the new social. … Continue reading
Black Panther CostumesWaris (@diasporicblues) does a series on costumes in Black Panther. Gorgeous stuff. Basotho blankets and Ndebele neck rings are irresistibly beautiful.