Oct
26
familiarity
Posted by: Natasha Chiang | October 26, 2011 | Leave a Comment
It is when staring off into space that I feel most connected with myself. On the bus, I do this. It is as if my mind is thinking on another dimension, and in the moment that I slow down and just sit and listen to myself, I realize how focused I have been on the […]
Oct
23
and the past, it knocks on your door
Posted by: Natasha Chiang | October 23, 2011 | Leave a Comment
(2009)– beautifully, gently, gracefully the sun shines on the dew drenched droplets of petals of air brushed, pastel delicacies of nature’s painting an answer that must never be wrong this is what life is, a never-lasting moment of beauty grey, tarred pot-holed pavements of urine and spit dried gum in the gutters of the bustling, […]
Oct
7
static
Posted by: Natasha Chiang | October 7, 2011 | Leave a Comment
alarm buzzing water running toothbrush brushing bag zipper espresso maker keys turning in the lock doors opening the whooosh of the breeze greeting me shoes clicking ipod blasting or crooning, depends on what mood i wake up in sipping coffee texting clicking busses whirring children yelling parents chattering stores bustling cuckoo of the pedestrian light […]