I write stuff
Thoughts, feelings & Perspectives
Example
Environment description
Collect sun, sand and the sea breeze. Not things.
What seem to might have been the last few days of summer
I can feel the cobweb tickle my ankles as I walk along the narrow road. During summer this road is used more frequently by the people escaping the city for a break in the forest next to the sea, but now it hasn’t been used for some time more than by the odd deer or fox. I know this, because the cobweb close to the ground is intact, and as I pass by I rip off the threads when I walk right through them.
The sunlight is filtered through the foliage and branches, creating pillars of golden dust and shadows between the trees. I can hear the wind whisper low, and every now and then a few or more yellow leaves loose the grip of their tree and slowly fall to the ground. It looks so peaceful, like feathers floating through the air. The remaining leaves up in the foliage are still green; not the bright newly sprung like leaves in spring, but a darker green that has lived through an entire summer. Some of them are starting to shift towards fiery red and orange, but there’s still some time left before they too will fall.
//A
Example
The frustration of being stuck in a creative block
The frustration of being stuck in a creative block
About that tickling feeling of something that wants to get out, to be released into the wild
A winter creative block
I want to write but I don’t know what.
I want to read but I don’t know where to start.
There’s so much text and so many letters I want to consume so instead I end up starving for words.
There’s so much text and so many letters I want to consume so instead I end up starving for words.
I want to write but I don’t know what. The words get caught and are stuck somewhere between my head and my fingers trying to move across the keyboard. I have some sort of urge to get it out, I just don’t know exactly what it is. Like the feeling when something is stuck in your throat but it doesn’t matter how much you cough, it’s still there, annoyingly. You keep coughing and trying, until all it’s done for you is to give you a sore throat.
I want to be all caught up in a world full of letters forming words, words forming sentences. Creating a story, exploring, learning. But it all freezes and moves too slow, together with the foggy air clouding everything all around, together with the icy wind that creeps in from the outside. It makes the blood move slower in my veins and the words get stuck on their journey outwards. In a world that’s covered in white everything stays blank, untouched.
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Example
Thoughts and life in a new city from the perspective of a fashion model
”Noise is always loud, there are sirens all around. Concrete jungle where dreams are made of, there’s nothing you can’t do. These streets will make you feel brand new, big lights will inspire you. You’re in New York.”
Thoughts from another city
The first few days are hot, the humidity is high. The heat gets caught between the high buildings of metal and glass. It’s impossible to move without feeling the increased warmth between the skin on your back and your one single layer of clothing.
New agency, new city, new continent. Everything is different here. It has always been “hair up”, “no makeup”, “dark, black, cool, edgy” and now everything is backwards: “hair down”, “more mascara”, “do you have anything white? Lighter? Can you buy a white tank top?”. It’s new.
Castings – agency – email – casting – thinking – old acquaintances, new people, friends from the past – analyzing – writing. My mind is multitasking and jumping back and forth between different tracks.
Trying to get familiar with the city, the places, the area where I live. I have never been in Williamsburg before and now this is where I live.
“Are you a dancer? You have some sort of grace”
“If you’re not a model you should be”
“Hi”
Random comments and conversations with strangers. In the line waiting for coffee, in the park, said out loud when just walking by. Just an exchange of a few words and sentences and nothing else.
“If you’re not a model you should be”
“Hi”
Random comments and conversations with strangers. In the line waiting for coffee, in the park, said out loud when just walking by. Just an exchange of a few words and sentences and nothing else.
Running across Williamsburg Bridge while the sun is setting, seeing the city become dark and shimmer with flickering lights.
There’s always something going on, I’m barely home and I’m barely sleeping. The city that never sleeps calls for people that never sleep. Yet I have so much energy. Most of the time at least, until I stop and breathe for a minute.
Being light on my feet, feeling bouncy and in need to dance while walking down the streets.
Catching up with people I haven’t seen for years, and spending days and nights with them, caught up in random conversations or moving on pulsing dance floors.
Ending up spontaneously shooting in the middle of a weekend night, just for the fun of it. Going out dancing half the night on a Tuesday.
Why not, New York, why not.
Why not, New York, why not.
//A