By the bay is a short story, a modern-day fable. At first, my voice sounded like an echo--I was repeating what the scientists had to say, then as I started to feel the heat of a speedily warming planet, I started to sound like those who were tirelessly trying to remind others of what's important and urgent. And then I grew silent, because neither worked to change anything around me. From silence came this short story. Through a mix of non-human characters--aquatic, avian, terrestrial, and even celestial, I have tried to focus on the innocence of life, while exploring its diversity. It's a bittersweet story, accompanied by a long and interesting fact sheet.
In a globe that is rapidly heating, floes are not where we want to be. We need to stand elsewhere. In an uncertain world life may not require us to be strong. Maybe it is asking us to be generous instead. We can find out.
Are awards necessary? When the deserving are many what does an award help achieve? For nominees, it builds anticipation and doubt. For others it fuels aspiration. Maybe, we can roll up the red carpet and dance a little more freely. Let art be for the sake of art, and let those who receive something from the art support the artists.
Respect, Care and Include is the story of another book. A story based on three values that lead us on a path, which takes us back home. Home is where harmony resides. It’s up to us to walk this path. When and how we do it is our choice.
One way-One story, is the story of a book, one that we rarely hear. A story that contains the murmur of trees, the drone of machines, the smell of acid and bleach, the moistness of water, and the sighs of the planet.
Within the sound of silence, you discover truth, and within truth lay words that bring inspiration and joy. Sshh, just listen, with your senses, and use your words to create goodwill. For it's time to bid those harsh sounds goodbye.
Trees belong on our streets and in forests. They make great neighbours. Let's rest our tired backs on them. They won't complain and they will help lighten our care-wearied hearts.
She trembled is a post about the Earth and our dependence on it. It is a request to wake up and take notice. To pause heedless development, and the pursuit of un-grounded realities. It is a reminder to reciprocate. The sign is in the skies. God rests beneath our feet.
Human potential is incredible. This is exemplified by Sariputta and Mahamoggallana, the two chief disciples of Gautama Buddha. They directed their potential towards purity and goodness. I hoped to be inspired.
Circuity (lack of straightforwardness) has little to do with the system and has more to do with the people behind it. Can it be that AI might choose better representatives of the democratic system than we have done so far? Possibly, maybe.