entry 113 – 21 May 2025

‘Wandering the wing, I feel something like a traveler in a strange and distant land. If you’ve ever spent time in a foreign city alone, without the language and without companion poking your sides, you know how fantastically immersive the experience can be. You dissolve almost – dissolve into streetlights and puddles, bridges and churches, scenes you glimpse through first-story windows. You walk the streets alive to the exotic details, but even an ordinary pigeon flapping its wings is oddly vivid. There is poetry about it, and as long as you glide through watchfully, the spell won’t break.’ 

Patrick Bringley, All the beauty in the world, p16