Published in Education in the Digital Era, March 2019 “Books are not only the arbitrary sum of our dreams, and our memory. They also give us the model of self-transcendence. […] They are a way of being fully human.”- Susan Sontag The multifaceted nature of literature encompasses an abundance of purposes when it comes toContinue reading “Reflections on reading”
Category Archives: musings
status quo
The universal shift of focus from being to seeming permeates our age of confusion.
Identity & divided introspection
As a Postgraduate student in the arts (the extended definition of art, including film, photography, and literature), I often find that I have to reconcile two sides of myself when it comes to my blog and digital footprint, both of these sides being complex and assertive to the point that I can call them two selves: OneContinue reading “Identity & divided introspection”
Reflections in puddles
On a rainy day in late July, I went for a stroll in Hyde Park to capture moving images of nature. I was particularly on a quest of finding moments and details that would otherwise perhaps pass without being noticed or fully admired – abstract elements inducing reverie. My favourite bits were the beautiful reflectionsContinue reading “Reflections in puddles”
Pleasures in life
My happiness is sometimes derived from: The scents of acacia flowers, honeysuckle and snowdrops; the taste of greengages. Moments when I feel I love what I am doing: when I get excited while reading research or creative writing – and, consequently, when I feel like I can contribute to the research or I can createContinue reading “Pleasures in life”
Hebden Bridge ruins
We arrived at the Hebden Bridge train station: On our side – flowers and yellow bricks, on the other side- a wall of trees. Overall, there was an aura of dreamlike atemporality. Remember “Life on a train platform” by Octavian Paler. Remember that Ted Hughes and Sylvia Plath graced the valleys of this town withContinue reading “Hebden Bridge ruins”
Diary entry: library
The pleasure of feeling beams of light piercing through tired, stained windows and caressing the air impregnated by particles of dust. The pleasure of being inside, away from the unbearable, threatening sunlight. Expressionistic shapes are formed on old grey walls holding Pre-Raphaelite portraits of mythical women. A shuttering of a window, a shuttering of aContinue reading “Diary entry: library”
