Stumbling around the elevated quarters of Oxford, I was lucky enough to visit the Treasures exhibit in the Bodleian Library. It is a small but incredible collection of some of the Bodleian’s - indeed the world’s - finest and rarest books. 

When I see ancient bones of our once earthbound cousins, it is sometimes difficult to feel their magnificence. It is when I see the strokes of their pens; their very thoughts put to page, that I feel a real connection with their history.

Autumn berry (Taken with instagram)

You cannot create without obsession. Obsession drives ideas or pleasures into clarity and then into action, but it is also is a burden and a watermark. Few can - or want to - make anything without leaving the dirty red smudge of an ego’s seal.

I wonder then if obsession is a curse, a blessing, or a skill?

I judge this book highly from its cover (Taken with instagram)

Blue Sky in Brighton (Taken with instagram)

Existential slow house.

girls look gorgeous

boys look smart

women draw pictures

men make art

a girl’s pretty in pink

a boy comes home dirty

men mean experience

women fear thirty

girls eat half

boys have what’s left

a woman feeds a family

a man is a chef

boys play rough

girls watch in awe

women need children

men need to explore