note to self.

*welcome to My list.

seven days and I'm still breathin', from the coast to the City we're reelin'.

I've never really believed in magic; never had the nerve to trust the showmen that call themselves 'magicians', but what I have felt and experienced the past seven days of believe Alive feels pretty damn close to "magic". My spine feels straighter, my eyes feel sharper, and my mind more in tune with its own workings. I've set my own custom whitebalance, and the colours have never been so clear.
Adapt, Accept, Challenge, Explore, Investigate, Relearn.

stay swell,

lowt.

three sides to every story.

The Lanes, Brighton.

Town Centre Market, Kingston.

investigate.

..do you see what I see?


over and out,
lowt

consider yourself oriented.

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Day One: 26 January

As I sit above the clouds, with the cool plastic of the airplane on my arms, I begin to stare at my feet; size 8.5 with five toes to a foot, and wonder what they have to say.
What they have to say about all the abuse they will be put through the next four and a half months. The ground and grass the will walk upon, the sweat they will produce; the history they will encounter: the foreign water that will cleanse them.
As you may know, feet cannot in fact talk, they cannot explain the cobblestone streets that give their arch a stretch, or how the wet morning glasses of Hyde Park feel between themselves. But what they can tell me is when to take a break. When to sit down and observe and enjoy the memories that will forever stay in the lobes of my brain.

Dear ten digits,
I am all ears.







Keep Calm and Carry On...

...lowt

Mom.

This is my mom, and she is a soldier. She is a soldier to keep her and I afloat, and I aid her in that struggle. She is a soldier in the battlefield of home repair, recipes, dealing bland office day job, and against a group of malicious condo association members. She is my Hero. It is hard to really fathom what our parents do for us; the dangers they stroll onto, knowing they're in no man's land, just for a chance of success to be granted to their seed.

The woman pictured above is everything I strive to project in my day to day life and the way I wish carry myself. Her sense of humor is unmatched and her ability to find the positive in any situation reminds me that my head should never be hung.

She's never given up, never given in. She continues to brave the battlefield, strolling out of the trenches like it was a walk on her lunch break, coming out victorious each and every time. I am thankful to have her in my life, and to contribute to her's. Her posture as a human being puts a smile on my face. I hope to adapt her talent of stepping out of the trenches and spitting in the eyes of the enemy; we haven't got time for their pouting faces anyhow.

Jane M. Galloway, thanks for being the shit.

Sincerely,

lowt.






- dream well.