Tuesday, January 31, 2012
I wonder what's left inside of this tiny strip of abandoned stores. Perhaps ghosts of the past or some sort of creepy conspiracy or maybe even some ghouls? In Arabic folklore a ghoul is a demonic jinn that lives in uninhabited places like deserts and graveyards, luring unsuspecting travelers away in order to eat them. When I was a little girl spending my summers in Morocco I was always afraid of the dark at my grandmother's gigantic house, frightened of the bad jinns and ghouls that may be lurking in the shadows.
My mom also calls me a ghoul when I eat too much.
Sunday, January 22, 2012
There is an urge to tell a story--a quiet story, a melancholy story, a story of contentment, a story of desolation and resignation. Likewise, there is the urge to listen to one word and two words, so many words strung together chaotically, slowly building upwards and upwards.
Thursday, December 22, 2011
This picture of my sister is from so long ago at the beach in Morocco. Those days have long passed and I often feel nostalgic for my childhood summers. My mom and sister have both flown the coop, visiting everyone in Marrakech and leaving my brother and I alone this Christmas. I'll just have to make a meal using beef tenderloin, potatoes, and onions (pretty much the only main ingredients we have in the place unless I find a way to go to the grocery store)--we'll see how things go!
Thursday, December 1, 2011
via hanna paivik
The Christmas season is upon us!
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
There's always something to do but even so it's nice to feel the weather changes and the cool breeze as I'm studying and preparing to graduate (which will happen at the end of this semester). With Fall here I'm enjoying pumpkin everything, heavy yarns, wool, rainy days and perfect booties (never above the ankle!). I'll be moving at the very beginning of November so I'm looking for some apartment inspiration!
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
There's not much to say at a time like this when folks decide they should part ways for a bit. It's not something I wanted necessarily but rather needed for the both of us to untwist our perspectives and maybe see things from the other's side. We'll soon see if absence does indeed make the heart grow fonder...
Besides watching nature documentaries and countless episodes of Trailer Park Boys and having strange dreams of distant burning buildings and beautiful but ominous singing, I have been looking for little creatures to crochet, thinking of doodles to doodle, and devising changes to make as moving day looms like a dark cloud just on the horizon. By then perhaps things will have sorted themselves out and I'll be able to enjoy the fall.