I remember a day. The day that I took the decision to move away and give up everything. Job, girlfriend, friends. Everything. The following period was a time of Ignorance, Sense of Loss of “my possessions” and eventually hate towards…
Tag: William Bramley
A rainy autumn evening in London, with leaves all over the sidewalk and people in their cars rushing through the rain towards their homes to sit down and sip a warm cup of tea. The tension grows while they await…
Everything that composes that which I believe myself to be; a cacophony of memetic imagery; archetypes, conditioning, programming; of words, utterances and sounds; vibrations and frequencies; a dazzling array of hues and variations of light – All of these things…
A great philosopher once said: “The endeavour to persist in its own being is the essence of the individual thing.” But when the day comes that the mind and body will be separated… what will happen to the soul? As…
I have always considered that there is something out there that we have either been estranged from or have just but abandoned the truth and true meaning of our brief but exciting trip on Earth.
There has always been this foreign object in the eye-like feeling since I was young. Herman Meville in Moby Dick said: “As for me, I am tormented with an everlasting itch for things remote. I love to sail forbidden seas, and land on barbarous coasts” a feeling that he deeply craved to satisfy, just as the majority of us find ourselves contemplating over and over in our daily lives.