a lot of things have gotten in the way of life more than necessary in the last seven months, and we'd be lying if we told you that working from home not of our own volition has been more a boon than the true bane it's been, save for being at an arm's reach of our loved ones, especially our pet friends.
we can't change circumstances but fortunately even with hands tied, we still manage to eke out some time for each other on the weekends to do just the absolute nothings and everythings that we like.
at times we simply lie together in silence for hours on end, other times we play games, and in that measure we also enjoy being in the kitchen. to Pearlyn it's a place of solace where daily work considerations disappear and their exploration of food is vigorous; for me it's a space of creation, where in pockets I have no skill to prepare the necessary, I take pictures and videos - many, many pictures - that I craft into every new medium that arises as practice for my mind, and as meaning to inject my being.
these little pockets are treasure to me. every photograph I take 100% more for me than for anyone else, every video I cut 100% more for me than for anyone else.
it's Monday, the cliche, but I'm already hungry for the coming weekend's kitchen of pockets that contain only wonder and serenity where the world can't touch us for hours and hours.
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