Dear reader, Thank you for finding this. These entries are simply reflectoins of moments in my life. You will find many familiar faces here as I continue to make my way around. There will be many things you may relate to, but I can't promise you answers. I hope you find what you are searching for. honestly, emerson.
The moment when, after many years
of hard work and a long voyage
you stand in the centre of your room,
house, half-acre, square mile, island, country,
knowing at last how you got there,
and say, I own this,
is the same moment when the trees unloose
their soft arms from around you,
the birds take back their language,
the cliffs fissure and collapse,
the air moves back from you like a wave
and you can’t breathe.
No, they whisper. You own nothing.
You were a visitor, time after time
climbing the hill, planting the flag, proclaiming.
We never belonged to you.
You never found us.
It was always the other way round.
— Margaret Atwood
The last thing we want to be is a convenience.
Sometimes I look at my peers and think about what it took to get to where they are - how long does it take to write an album, get signed, nail your first big gig, or be published in whatever worthless magazine that’s out there? Then I realise how long I’ve been seeking life answers and how much more I appreciate what it is earned because it’s that much harder for me. Because no matter how far or successful I’ll become, I’ll always be the outcast. And that’s when I realised I finally have what it takes to speak on their behalf.
CK | photos by a. valentine
Some nights we drink to reconcile differences.
I’ve officially starting working toward a goal of mine for this year. Fall is coming near, and there is still so much time to accomplish so much. I’m excited to share them with you all over the course of the season. Let the ambition brush me away!