about

“Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.”
(T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets)

a sporadic yet cultivated space,
a blend of reflections and experiences,
a creative outlet, a soapbox, a drawing board, a photo album,

trapping snippets of
places I’ve been,
vague reflections,
and wandering thoughts.

it all began with reading:
an endeavour that opens worlds
with just a few black smudges on paper

but the search for knowledge and experience
is never finished, never complete,
there is always one more horizon, one more book…

so I live by reflecting on experience
and seek contentment
in the insatiable, impossible search
for a still point