A new phase of life begins.
I’m hardly in a position in which to use the word properly, but I’d like to share that I’m quite sad today.
I’m sure my indifferent heart will swallow it up in time for tomorrow.
Aker Brygge is a waterside district at the heart of oslo currently under redevelopment. the project included designing the identity, a bespoke typeface, retail promotional materials, signage and wayfinding.
Awarded for design excellence by the norwegian council in 2013.
Talented, talented, talented, they said.
If only they could see the swirling hot air within.
Please rip this skin off of me; a wrapping that only I know is not the intended.
A sonorous song for you.
To try once more the tiresome capture of the elusive with a handful of symbols.
(How appropriate this word must be,
given the crawling silence of the now-night
and the compression of the last short days into
a sickly thick stretch of honey—)
Let me try again.
There is a voice.
Is. A surrounding buzz
Frizzing the air leaving the frayed edges
Of ripped cotton
Suspended, as the wind.
As the wind.
Wind. A word close
To the embracing difference
That escapes the violence
Of my clasping digits, hoping
For something more than the touch
Of my own palm.
Tonight I am looking for the charm,
The hexing spark flying from my tongue,
That brings name
To the creatures that glide
Over my limbs.
As for why they do,
If I were forced to write,
Perhaps they tell me,