I went for socially distanced beers in the park yesterday, and saw one of my favourite internet personalities.
In celebration of ‘give it a go’ art restoration.
I like wearing a mask in public. A lot. It should be totally normalised.
After 8 years of meditation I don’t really ‘talk to myself’ anymore in my head when I’m thinking. If I do its rare. It’s rather that I experience a low level pressure or heat in the back of my mind, and feel things.
Pleading, demanding, hopefulness and rejection. These are the emotional responses that the mechanics of twitter arises in me.
I had a real moment of self doubt before I hit publish this week.
There are universes to be found inside of all sound.