Often, we think too much. We enter that great and vast chasm of concern which seems to drag us down into it. We pretend that we’re somewhere else, we run from it as though we have somewhere else to go, … Continue reading HOW TO OVERCOME FEAR
Long stretches of highway linger on into the middle distance, the horizon line calling like an old friend. Expanses of black asphalt wind through fields and mountains, the human mark- we’ve been here, and we’ll be back again. Travel by … Continue reading TRAVEL WITHOUT A CAR
“Is that all you’ve got?”I’m standing in a damp, basement room where I’m supposed to be staying for a while, the wallpaper is yellowing, the room full of incense smoke. The woman in front of me is looking at my … Continue reading HOW NON-MINIMALISTS VIEW MINIMALISM
Do you feel it? The bleak loneliness of the pandemic weeks? It creeps in from just beyond the window pane, from out in the cold winter streets, it comes to tug at your sleeve in the night. It beckons light … Continue reading THE MINIMUM WEEKLY #7
The overwhelm at the end of the day sinks you into the earth, pushing you to that feeling which you hoped you wouldn’t feel again. It’s too much, maybe I can’t do it, maybe I really screwed it up today. … Continue reading BURNOUT, AND HOW TO ESCAPE IT
That feeling of sitting atop a single bunk in a shared dorm and looking out over the sea of sleeping faces, the strange sense that each of you is experiencing the same moment in uniquely different ways. The quiet rustle … Continue reading SOLO HOSTEL TRAVEL
Who are you? The identity cards in your wallet, they’re not quite you, you’re not that grey and strange rendition of yourself taken in a photo booth of some overlit supermarket. The books you own, that complicated combination of inherited … Continue reading WHO ARE YOU? THOUGHTS ON IDENTITY
Old pictures, creased at the corners, capture only one chaotic moment of a wider, more turbulent, life. Piles of books and clothing, like modern art, litter every surface. The stacks of things seem to float on top of each other, … Continue reading THOUGHTS OF A FORMER HOARDER
A perfectly organised walk-in closet, the walls a clean white, hundreds of possessions lined neatly. A bold entryway, lined with art and textiles, each item with aesthetic or personal value; that feeling of being cocooned with beauty and importance. Luxury … Continue reading MAXIMALISTS, MATERIALISTS, HOARDERS: WHAT’S THE DIFFERENCE?
The familiar sight of wind turbines in a yellow haze of landscape, long fields of corn stretching out into the distance and touching the horizon line. Away in a flash. That dull rattle of the train, the screeching brakes and … Continue reading A YEAR OF MINIMAL TRAVEL: WHAT IT TAUGHT ME
