It started with a film… then reading the books and now I am here… which is where?

One evening, after being my usual exhausted of the daily activities, I found myself standing at the cinema looking at the self-help kiosk attempting to pick a film where I can just sit and stare into oblivion, getting lost, and hopefully just ignore the constant tornado in my head, the goal for those precious minutes whichContinue reading “It started with a film… then reading the books and now I am here… which is where?”

So many broken faces, so little healing spaces. – by Stephanie Esterhuizen

http://char.txa.cornell.edu/language/element/form/mann4.gif I see broken faces, they smile, not to big to care and just a little to not be notice, I see broken contact, contact that are just short of emotion and just long enough to perceive  you are there, I see empty hearts, complete disconnection….. what have we become? why do we only stare?Continue reading “So many broken faces, so little healing spaces. – by Stephanie Esterhuizen”

Momentarily insanity….. guilty as charge.

The ultimate avoidance of the task at hand will be done by blogging. So here goes… The true mission: Finish abstract The  avoidance mission: Avoid Abstract writing to the last-minute The  true progress:  Finishing my first document  for my Masters studies at AFDA, Successful to this point …. but sure within the next 20 minContinue reading “Momentarily insanity….. guilty as charge.”

When the world goes quite at night… where does all the dreamers go?

As I sit listening to the calm of the night, I wonder who else is enjoying this moment with me in a room, on a belcony, some remote little space to call their own. And then my mind wanders to the people of the world, how many people actually can or should I say, appreciateContinue reading “When the world goes quite at night… where does all the dreamers go?”

In a City – written by Stephanie Esterhuizen

In a City On a silent warm summer’s night in a city filled with lights and dreams and a mountain, watching silently how the world is turning in the silence of the night. And with the silence of the city comes multiple things, Love as a mother puts her children to bed with a kiss onlyContinue reading “In a City – written by Stephanie Esterhuizen”

Clinging to summer… what is left of it.

With the inspiration of summer coming to an end, and fall creeping in slowly but surely through the chill of the wind in the evening and crisp air in the morning I can’t help myself with thoughts of how can I cling to the idealistic world of summer? So, with the idea of summer inContinue reading “Clinging to summer… what is left of it.”