After just watching the Orphan Black finale it made me think of identity. Original! But as any clone story would tell you, being original is something that means something different to everyone. How can we be different in a way that stays true? We can try and try to break ourselves down into a microcosm. We can try to dissect our ways and lay them bare like a filthy mess but no matter how hard we may try to bury our hopes with ugly truths we are still beautiful.
When I look at myself in the mirror sometimes I just want to pull off my skin and forget all of the memories that I carry with me. I think that’s something we all do. We can imagine our bad thoughts like pebbles that we drop behind us and they never seem to move from their trail. The past, the things that traumatised you and the people who still hurt you…they have no power over you.
We carry our thoughts as though they are pearls in a bowl full of water and sometimes the water might over flow. When we lose the treasures that matter to us – those light filled thoughts that spell the truth we should be reading to ourselves – sometimes we think that the good has scattered too far away to ever gather again. But it’s never too late. Everything good will return to you. Your knowledge about yourself is the most powerful gift you can give to yourself. The experiences and memories that make you want to tip the bowl, the ones that make our hands shake and waver, they can be overcome.
Tell yourself the truths that you need to hear to keep going and keep changing. When you look back at who you’ve become after everything you’ve been through you will see that evolution is what we survive, and you have grown good, grown better.
Had an unusual time at Citadel Festival this year and wrote about my time there in London Student. Another review to come soon. Follow the link below for more!
A throwback to my review of Alex Ohm’s stunning debut EP for FMS Magazine. A humble and talented man who’s passionate about achieving his musical dreams. He’s had a long career in music but this is his first solo outing!
Follow the link for my review of Art Night 2017 in The Cusp Magazine. A night of fluttering from exhibition to exhibition with a free spirit and an open mind.
I watched you throw yourself
From iron you joined cloud
From cloud you became burnt
In the centre of the sun
My mother told me I was young
Too young to have an eye to see
Why nobody can burn but me
You never know when you’re going to bump into an opportunity. Musicians are popping up everywhere and it’s a blessing living in London and being able to connect with all the artists floating over to the city, instruments in hand and ready to sing. I absolutely loved seeing Goan Dogs last month so sharing the review I wrote for their gig at The Lexington here:
Literary innovation in the aftermath of the Arab Spring is becoming increasingly fascinaring but terms like ‘post-Arab Spring sci-fi’ serve as glamorous marketing props, rather than meaningful statements about the diverse literatures upon which they have been imposed.
For more on this follow the link to my Savage Journal article.