Swathes of tapestry fabric drapes the furniture; bustling patterns in complementary yet contrasting colours. A hoard of greenery, collections of plants scatter the surfaces, behind them a collection of paintings and photographs tacked to a wall. The shelves, too, are … Continue reading CLUTTERCORE VS MINIMALISM
The cold suburban train station in the early hours of the morning; that still, damp air which settles down as dew as the first pieces of sun cut through the cloud. The people, faces which you’ve seen before, each of … Continue reading IS COMMUTING TRAVEL?
Travel often leads us towards something new, but what about when it leads us to something we already know well? Some place where we dreamed and laughed and thought of the future which we are now in. These places are … Continue reading TRAVEL AND NOSTALGIA
The rattle of the car with its overfull backseat is white noise for the slowly approaching sleep of the passenger. The drowsy daydream of the outside hurtling by, so quickly and yet so slowly. Places pass in a blur, only … Continue reading TRAVELLING AS A PASSENGER
The world seems louder now. The insistent rattle of the train, more jostling than it used to be. The looming threat of closeness. Some semblance of normality is on the horizon, but the streets look strange and threatening. The coffee … Continue reading GETTING BACK TO TRAVEL
Winding paths through woodland, unexplored land, overgrown and rich with wildlife. Long grassy lanes, stretching through fields and farmland, hot and dusty in the summer. Coastal cliffs, the thrilling cold whipping through the mountains, the tides loud and impending below. … Continue reading LOCAL EXPLORATION: WHY TRAVEL DOESN’T HAVE TO BE FAR
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
