And so dusk arrives

24/03/2024

The sky shifts from azures to orange red hues. The dusty brow a brilliant crown as the sun retreats, glamour glistens and a thousand jewels light up across the veld.

A memory when I was younger: looking down at a valley that stretech from east to west, a stoned head fuzz slowing time. I wondered for all those lives, turning on their kitchen lights. Any number of small dramas and comedies, the vat swirl of human life so far away.

And now, years later? That gulf has only grown, a lonely life spent in the dark by flickering candle light.

sun & dust

17/03/2024

I look out across the city, a smudge marking all the horizon. Life here, under the sun, relentless and draining. There is too much life, too much movement. All around concrete and asphalt is ground up to dust. It sits on the still sky, a blanket smothering. With grit in smiles and a weariness of others, how many thousands move around?

Johannesburg, all that glitters is far too lost. There is only harsh reflection: glare and glint off of offices and sheet metal roofs; surfaces that burn to touch.