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Buckle up, because this is going to be a rough one. November 12, 2020. I decided to change some things to become a better version of myself. To recalibrate, realign, recenter myself, with the what actually matters, what’s really important.I’ve tried, tried many times before, but I’ve always faltered; fell short. But this time, I…

The last of the airshow shots. Man planes are so cool. A true engineering marvel. But just like planes, there are so many things around us that are insane, that we take for granted. Take the internet. This weekend, a storm severed the fibre optic lines coming to the house, and literally, it felt like…

For this next set, we’re taking back to the skies.This week the nation celebrated its 90th anniversary, and the country went all out. For the first time, a proper air show was organised, and it was rumoured to be a banger. After getting wind of the news, I knew I had to make a plan…

Out of all three shots, this was my favourite. Cascading river of asphalt, snaking through the mountains. I find this a greater achievement than tunnelling through the face of a mountain.Allow me to elaborate.Comparatively, blasting through stone is much more laborious than building curves around cliffs. But it is such a lazy way of doing…

Self progress.The greatest gift to one’s self.To work, to build to improve, to develop.To change for the better, to achieve a greater good.It’s a journey of self-discovery. To find, to acknowledge, to self rectify.Progress is hard. To insinuate a change, means breaking free of those desires, those things that hold you down. These whims, these…

I love being creative. It gives me a sense of purpose. You take something ordinary, something people take for granted, and you make it special. And that’s the thing, it’s special, to you. Maybe people won’t appreciate the effort, won’t appreciate the art, or might not even understand it. And that’s fine. What matters, is…

A once majestic, conqueror of oceans, travelling magnitudes of distance at a time, now sits rusting along an abandoned coast. A sad sight indeed. It reminds me of this poem, by Percy Bysshe Shelley, titled “Ozymandias”, which goes like this: “I met a traveller from an antique land, Who said—”Two vast and trunkless legs of…

I’ve been playing this Pink Floyd song over and over in my head for the last few days.  It is not even that catchy, it just moves me for some reason. The song is Learning To Fly, and it is not one of the more popular of the Floydian discography. It tells a story of…