They say the human spirit needs places where nature has not been rearranged by the hands of men. I agree and find myself longing for such a place, a place of quiet and natural chaos, where i can belong and yet peacefully know and accept that we’re not much at all.
Life at its core is for me extremely interior, no single word gives it meaning. My grandfather whom I cherished would call me ‘the ineffable one’. I was never sure, as a child, what he meant. I think I’m slowly beginning to understand.
