At beachy head, where an awful lot of people commit suicide every year. It’s Bastille day and the quotation from Tfios (“all I know of heaven and all I know of death is in this park…”) is stuck in my head as children scream in the rock pools around us and as we stand amongst the ruined ruins of the cliffs with their great white walls looking upon us. (Taken with Instagram)
new thoughts from places.
Descend (by Hengki Koentjoro)
Something that really excites me and terrifies me: open water. I’m asthmatic, at times badly so, and as a result am not allowed to SCUBA dive. I’d love to do it and then again, it seems really scary, like you have to deal with your own head in the darkness and everything you think echoes around you.