In a bottle.

She pondered, dazed. Warm
behind the eyes. Drunk on
tiredness alone. How many
messages are in a bottle?
She couldn’t quite remember,
now a shadow of her twenty-
something self. Surely it
depends how long said bottle
lasts. And how many hands
reach to clink! in its honour.
A chorus of mouths will
always be louder than a solo
salut, after all. Or perhaps
not at all. Perhaps the
messages we keep locked in
intoxicated depths far
outnumber the ones that live
to finally test our breath.

-jl

Everything.

Being
different
changes
things.

-jl


I recently finished reading Foreign Soil by Aussie author Maxine Beneba Clarke; the book that inspired this piece. Quite simply, because it’s like nothing I’ve ever read.

It’s edgy and unpunctuated. Thick with challenging topics, and accents. A rucksack stuffed with ten short stories set all over the world, from Australia to New Orleans. Voices written not as they speak, but as they actually sound. Southern drawls, Jamaican twangs, cool Caribbean coos. Like dis, mun. And it’s wonderful. It’s refreshing. It’s heartwarming to hear the souls of her characters echo in your ears. And it’s real life, real genius, captured in words. xJ

Impossible findings.

I feel like sometimes my mind
can’t keep up with the thoughts
running through my head like is
that the right word or too
functional or too worthy wait
how would you just say that say it
simply in an easy to understand
way that everyone will nod their
heads to melt their hearts to fall
in love with but sometimes it can
take days even weeks to find the
right word when it’s the one
you’re really searching for it’s
the one that’s impossible to find.

-jl


 

A rolling piece inspired by a Kerouac-type outburst of consciousness, about the fact that sometimes the simplest thing I can offer is often the hardest one to fulfil. xJ

Excuse me, technology: Stop stealing our moments.

The other night, as I sat scrolling frantically through Instagram on my phone, I thought I heard a voice. Scrap that. I did hear a voice. But between Facebook open on my laptop and the show-I-don’t-remember on TV, I couldn’t hear a thing.

Clearly I was busy.

I don’t know what shocked me out of my Insta-haze – maybe it was my boyfriend going off to bed. Or perhaps, every light being turned off. But there I was. Sitting in the dark. Living proof:

Missing the moment

Since then, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the hours I waste online. I’ve dropped my ‘awakening’ into countless conversations, which have all led to very similar stories in return. Everyone can relate, because sadly, it’s our reality…

We're all too caught up in Cyberland to even speak!

Whether it’s email addiction or extreme Facebook updating, we’re all suffering from the same techno-ill. Selective hearing, total distraction, delayed responses due to obsessive checking-in – but what of it? It’s how we make “conversation” these days.

Even when we do speak, we end up talking about the online versions of ourselves. Just the other day, friends of mine recalled overhearing a cringe-worthy first date. The girl had asked the guy if he had “googled” her. When he said no, the conversation turned to whether they had ever “googled” themselves (of course, she had). I mean, are we even for real anymore? Arguably not.

Well, I say bring back the good old days. The ones when we went out more, and spoke often, instead of sending texts and emails. We had a sense of freedom too, that seems limited these days. Just look at our parents – once upon a time, they took off without a trace, middle fingers to the world: a sense of freedom that many of us will never experience.

There are some glimmers of hope, like those digging out old Nokia’s and ditching their iPhone’s altogether (thanks Gem). Yep, people who are actually doing stuff in their spare time again. Actual human stuff. Imagine!

So, here’s my challenge to you: Put down your phone, turn off your computer, or back away from this screen – right now. Look up, look wide, and watch your world. Start a conversation. Give that sweet thing over there a kiss. Open a book. Make a moment. Go.

Because sometimes, life’s littlest and most precious moments are happening unseen, right before our eyes …

All we need to do – is remember to look.

Jx