Words and Wisps: A Prime Age and In Soul Pursuit
Hasn't anything worth doing always been equal parts courage and cringe?
Words and Wisps is a personal ritual and reminder to write weekly and assemble monthly. Stitching together photos and handwritten notes to create a space for slow scrolling, minimal hyperlinking, and thinking through ink. This is evolving and experimental in nature and I welcome your thoughts as you read along.
Question
When you’re older, how much would you give to relive moments like this?
Prime Age
I don’t recall turning 23, but I remember the being. The 20s are an amorphous time where you can simultaneously feel a wealth of possibility and in debt to your potential. In love with the world and heartbroken by its events. Experienced enough to understand the game, naive enough to play it on your own terms. But hasn’t anything worth doing always been equal parts courage and cringe?
In books and movies, young people exist in the crawl space between high school and college before disappearing from the plotline. Reappearing briefly in their 30s in a different genre. Where do they go and what do they do in between? 23 has been a prime age, a year divisible by nothing but myself. Now onto 24, a prime distance away from the next prime age, indivisible as ever.
Summer Storms
There will come shimmering rains. A courtyard diversion captured during an evening walk in an unfamiliar city.
Soul Pursuit
Write before you rest. Read after you rise. That is the soul pursuit.
Suburban Nightcap
On my evening walk, the neighbourhood busies itself into stillness. The sinusoidal glow of a sitcom, garbage bins parallel parked along curbs, the final flickers of a backyard bonfire downed in one sip, like a suburban nightcap that spills across the sky. Even in the dark, leaves blush. Fall will be here soon.