i was wandering the back streets of sydney, late one night. i messaged a friend to say i was engaging in some after-dark flaneuring - an undertaking he quite enjoys himself. procure new thoughts for your blog, he replied. i asked him to plant a word seed in my mind. 'sensational', he wrote back.
it was not a word i had expected. there was an initial hesitation over how it might be attributed to the city in which i found myself. i had never considered sydney to be sensational. besides, sensational is not a word that i have engaged with on an intimate level. it floats, in a detached manner, somewhere in my peripheral self.
i began to unravel it. sensational : sensation : sensual : sensing : sensory experience. and so it held a new meaning. and these iterations could be painted into my thoughts.
it wasn't until the following day that i sat down + began penning the thoughts that had danced in my head during my night walk. however, few words had been choreographed upon the paper before a friend arrived. the pen was folded into my writing book + put to the side; i had a lovely catch up over a coffee, instead. when he left, my thought patterns had been distracted. so i went for a stroll through surrey hills with my camera.
and so it is: sensational thought-words still reside in my head.
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