What do you do here?
Your guess is as good as mine. Sometimes I dawdle, sometimes I take some pretty photographs, other times I’m not seen online or in public for days.
What do you do here?
Your guess is as good as mine. Sometimes I dawdle, sometimes I take some pretty photographs, other times I’m not seen online or in public for days.
"I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night."
It’s that time of year again
@/raniatsilipanou
Something lost, 22nd Mar. 2023
“My soul is perplexed fraught with perils—and poetry.”
— Hatim Al Kinani, tr. & ed. Adil Babikir, Modern Sudanese Poetry: An Anthology; “Skies”
Holding onto my hat. Sunday, 29th January, 2023
Why does a body need a soul?
A soul doesn't get to smell the flowers that bloom in the gardens.
It doesn't get to taste the bitterness the bitter guard possesses.
It doesn't know how peaceful the sky could be when we fret.
A soul doesn't get to feel the warmth every touch brings.
It doesn't get to believe and think about what makes us overthink.
It doesn't feel the trauma the body feels when it gets hurt.
It doesn't even know what walking, dancing, and singing feel like.
A soul doesn't know what getting goosebumps feel like,
What reading books and living in fantasies feel like.
It doesn't get to know what an adrenaline rush feels like and,
It doesn't even know what dopamine does to us when we fall in love.
How will it know the feelings that keep us awake at night?
How will it know what every sensation does to this body?
Got an answer?
It's simple.
It's the soul that makes the body aware of itself, that lets it feel the sensations around. That doesn't pull the body down from doing what it feels like doing. It makes it capable of being a human, capable of doing things that we are programmed to do.
In the end, it's the soul that keeps us aware and alive.
-Divya
‘The Northern Constellations’ from Middleton’s Celestial Atlas (1842)
Fields of Artois, Drouvin-le-Marais, Pas-de-Calais, France.
A memory, imperfectly framed, 12.12.2022