Thursday, December 23, 2010

The Silent Laughter

When you're the last one to leave the party, and you feel a feeling that feels like you'll never forget, hold on.

When the world turns against you, and it's nothing but liars and thieves, hold on.

When the sky beats you down and there are no arms to lift you up, hold on.

When the phone doesn't ring and letters aren't written, hold on.

When you're alone in the crowd, hold on.

[Editor's note: Until next year. Thank you for reading.]

Friday, December 17, 2010

The Covering Of The Ground

The biggest scars are unseen and unremembered, always from a smile you forgot long ago. We would never get anything done otherwise.

Sunday, December 12, 2010

The Green Curtain

How many hearts would be invaded for the wrong reasons, if each time you said "I love you", you meant it?

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

The Red Sky At Night

Today, no planes flew into any buildings.

Today, there was no fire falling from the sky.

Today, there were no riots in the streets.

Today, the news was mostly just about famous people.

Today, no shaky footage was recorded of children running from a burning village.

Today, not one person stood in front of a tank.

Today, no one put flowers in the rifle barrels of guns.

Today, you will check your mail.

Today, no shots rang out over a black cavalcade.

Today, there was no negotiated revolution.

Today, no flags were burned.

Today, sport will be played and people will be upset over the outcome.

Tomorrow however, is a new day.

Monday, December 6, 2010

The Place Where Nothing Hurts

There is no music, just the sound of the wind and the leaves it touches. But hopefully that'll be music enough, for you.

Thursday, December 2, 2010

The Gang In Blue

The people who police the paradise you live in, make it hell.

Monday, November 29, 2010

The Board And The Dice

It's a simple game. You win when you stop caring about it.

Thursday, November 25, 2010

The New Singularity

And no group of people, is as important as a single person. There's no them that's more important than a you.

Monday, November 22, 2010

The Finite Curve

You will only be hurt a finite number of times during your life. You have an infinite number of ways to deal with it.

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

The Angel Of Almost

Then I was somewhere else, and it was bright. A voice said

"If you'd carried on practicing that song you almost got right, you would've been great. Bigger than the Beatles."

It continued

"If you'd carried on working on that book you almost finished, it would've changed the lives of many, many people."

Then it said

"If you'd tried to reach the one you loved just a little bit more, when you almost had them, your life would've been completely different."

And I asked

"Is this what happens when I die?"

And the voice said


Monday, November 15, 2010

The Monsters I Miss

And every single thing you ever did that bothered me, is every single thing I miss.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

The Trouble With Delirium

And I don't know who you are, or why you say the things you say, but you need to get out of me. Here, there's only space for me.

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

The Men With Guns

It's not that there's more than you can say. It's that there's more than I can bear.

I was on my way home.

(Turn right).

I'm still alive.

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Editor's Note

I got hijacked at gunpoint last week. It's one of those things that happens sometimes in South Africa.

We say

"At least you're ok." a lot here.

My head, after the incident, isn't as ok as I would've hoped. I have become slightly agoraphobic and withdrawn. Hence my lack of participation on twitter or anywhere else really.

I'm fine. I don't feel like talking about it just yet. Until then, thank you for your understanding.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

The World Needs More Fun (And Less Ice)

The only reason any of it exists, is so that you can have fun while you're here.

Monday, November 1, 2010

The Glass Tower

Until you are no longer the pictures that chase me down a flight of screens each night. Until the part of me that you first touched, forgets.

Thursday, October 28, 2010

The Coldness Of Earth

And now you're with someone else and I must go home, alone, to think about how long it takes to heal an alien heart.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

The Day After The Crash

The sun still, surprisingly, came up and shone down onto the cold, metal leftovers. No loud noises. No screams. No breaking glass. Just silence and sunshine. You would be forgiven for thinking that this all happened on another planet. It didn't.

Monday, October 25, 2010

The Joys Of Agoraphobia

This place is in my head and no matter where I run, it's always here, all around me. It's a big room and my voice echoes when I yell, and there are days when I think you couldn't make it to the other side if you tried.

Thursday, October 21, 2010

The 5:45 Home

And in you and in all of us, there is nothing more than the capacity to be a force for, or a force against. And to wonder, how many people wake up each morning and can't decide if they want to save the world, or destroy it.

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

The Wonderful Flaws You Could Have

Everyone edits themselves here, and it makes me wonder whether you're ever actually connected to real people, or just the people they all wish they were.

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

The Circus Is Cheaper When It Rains (Music Video)

A huge, huge thank you to Dan for setting this to music and singing it, and Erica for shooting it.

We sincerely hope you enjoy it (and highly suggest you set it to full screen).

Monday, October 18, 2010

The Embers Remain

Not a second of my time with you was wasted. Now I know what not to do.

Thursday, October 14, 2010

The Stranger Died As I Walked Out The Door

Someone woke up today.

Someone woke up today and kissed someone they love on the forehead.

Someone woke up today and kissed someone they love on the forehead, before they left.

Someone woke up today and kissed someone they love on the forehead, before they left, they said

"I love you. Have a good day. I'll speak to you later."

Someone woke up today and kissed someone they love on the forehead, before they left, they said

"I love you. Have a good day. I'll speak to you later. I love you. I love you."

And they replied

"I love you."

And they kissed them goodbye.

For the very last time.

Someone woke up today. But they won't wake up tomorrow.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

The Perfect Crime

This writer guy, he says that it's easy. You just sit down at a typewriter and open a vein. But what if you're running out of veins?

Monday, October 11, 2010

The True Purpose Of Industry

And I've tried to find happiness in a bigger TV, a car and a watch. I've tried to find happiness in power over others and the respect of the people around me. And I appreciate your patience, while you stand here, right in front of me.

Waiting for me to come to my senses.

Thursday, October 7, 2010

The Clearly Labelled

I think you'll find you're mistaken. My name is clearly written across the front and I recognise the scratch down the side (that happened in high school). This is my heart. You can't just come here, and take it.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

The Amount Of People Who Like This

And now, no matter where you go, you can look at a screen and see what one thousand other people like.

Monday, October 4, 2010

The Seconds Before The Launch

This isn't me missing you. This is me missing the me I used to be.

This isn't me.

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

The Skeletons In The Sea

Truth is the last thing I can take because it's the last thing you took.

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Editor's Note

Due to a large increase in the amount of interneting available to me, we can now offer prints that have quotes on them (It takes a lot of internet to send the photograph, super high-rez, from Japan, to the tip of Africa and back again).

This is the first one, taken from The Blue Lines which is available for purchase here.

Feel free to suggest/request which posts we do next in the comments.

Stay as you are: wonderful,


The Lies Are 20 Stories High

Life is just the novel you write on your coffee break. And your novel is just a collection of lies you'd like to remember. And all that you remember, is the distance from here, to then.

Monday, September 27, 2010

The Nature Of My Body

That sound you hear, that's the sound of someone realising that sometimes, it's easier to change the world than it is your own life.

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

The World Of One

You're the only one they ever loved, the only one that cared.

You're the only one that ever mattered, the only one there.

You are the only one.

Monday, September 20, 2010

The Molten Core

This world is hard. It has sharp edges and points that cut. It'll make you choose between love, money and sleep. Choose love each time and sleep when you can, money - only when you must.

Because this world is hard. And at times, it is too hard, for me.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

The Trauma Transmission

I built a tower amongst the trees.

Where time waits amongst the leaves.

I use it to send out messages to the world.

In hope that one day, you'll find one, and then find me.

Waiting for you. Amongst the leaves.

Monday, September 13, 2010

The Sea Reclaims The Land

I know you're just a rag doll now, sewn together with memories that we might have had.

I know you're just the dream inside of a dream

And don't worry, I know I don't know you, anymore.

Thursday, September 9, 2010

The First Crack Is The Last

I lied when I told you I forgot. I know it doesn't seem like a big thing but I wanted to tell you the truth and never, ever lie to you.

Because that's how it starts.

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

The Ebb And Flow

I know I'm only borrowing it. I know I have to give Summer back to you. Just as you, have to give Winter, back to me.

Monday, September 6, 2010

The Day Tomorrow Came

I know you're busy doing all the things you always planned to do but remember, today is also the day that you kiss me.

Friday, September 3, 2010

The Perfection Of Nothing

And yet, you still find one thing to obsess over. One form not filled in. One call not returned.

Obviously, this means your entire life has been a failure.

Thursday, September 2, 2010

The Nod And The Wink

Time never said

"Best you enjoy yourself now because we're going somewhere soon."

But that's what he meant.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

The Road Map Back

I missed you more than words and pictures can describe. But I'll try.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

The Blood Red Lie

The best time to reflect is when you like the person looking back.

Monday, August 16, 2010

The 14 Billion Years It Took

Do you remember, at the start, how small everything was? Smaller than a point. Like everything was somewhere between a thought, almost, and a reality, almost. And then I looked at you and thought


And then everything that would ever happen, happened.

Friday, August 13, 2010

The Future Is The Past Waiting To Happen

And though you may not be able to imagine what I was like, I did live. More importantly, I loved.

Thursday, August 12, 2010

The Next Stop

Only because it's still so raw and real. Soon I'll just be a series of images that sometimes flash through your mind, when you least expect it. And after that, only a few will stay. Then, one. A memory of a memory.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

The Midnight That Lasted Forever

I do not have to look at the clock to know that it's midnight. I can feel the day rushing across the world, as fast as time.

But somewhere, there is a beach that time cannot reach. Where everyone and everything has always been and never was. And perhaps, you are there waiting for me.

In that place, time cannot touch.

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

The Dwindling Conversation

"You're beautiful."

Replied the fly, to the spider.

Monday, August 9, 2010

The B Train

I'd leave the memory of you at the station, if it didn't already know the way home.

Friday, August 6, 2010

The Bleach

You are your hair and your eyes and your thoughts. You are what you look at and what you feel and what you do about it. The light from the sun is still a part of the sun. My thoughts of you are as real as any part of you.

Thursday, August 5, 2010

The Truth Is Born In Strange Places

Joan of Arc came back as a little girl in Japan, and her father told her to stop listening to her imaginary friends.

Elvis was born again in a small village in Sudan, he died hungry, age 9, never knowing what a guitar was.

Michelangelo was drafted into the military at age 18 in Korea, he painted his face black with shoe polish and learned to kill.

Jackson Pollock got told to stop making a mess, somewhere in Russia.

Hemingway, to this day, writes DVD instruction manuals somewhere in China. He's an old man on a factory line. You wouldn't recognise him.

Gandhi was born to a wealthy stockbroker in New York. He never forgave the world after his father threw himself from his office window, on the 21st floor.

And everyone, somewhere, is someone, if we only give them a chance.