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The Space Tourists

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  Description Space tourism. It wasn't always like this.  Once, Space tourism. It wasn't always like this.  Once, it was the realm of governments and corporations, colossal rockets and carefully orchestrated missions. Now, it was almost...casual. Like renting a campervan and hitting the outback, but instead of red dirt and spinifex, there were asteroid fields and shimmering space stations. Artist Statement This image explores the evolving idea of space tourism, emphasising the contrast between traditional views of space travel as a grand, state-sponsored endeavour and a future where it is more accessible and commonplace. The worn, rusty appearance of the spacecraft challenges the sleek, futuristic designs typically associated with space travel, suggesting a future where the cosmos is within reach for everyday travellers. The vignette illustrates the concept of space tourism by likening it to a road trip, where destinations like Kepler-186f replace familiar landmarks on Ea...

Godin Equilibrium




I woke up this morning and I felt a pain in my brain.
It was like all had changed and all will continue to change.
Nothing was left as the same.
And in this remorse I was the only one who  knew.
I just can't  believe it,   no-one would believe  in what I had to say.
So I yelled hard and long about all the injustices that has occurred.
I stomped my feet hard to the ground.
I punched through  the air to sporn my stance of knowing .
I spat deceit at society.
But no one knew for me and no-one wanted the goodness within my heart.
I became increasing alone.

In this life I can grasp the future.
I see visions of what's it's to be.
Messages  decrypt and whisper their intent to me.
I cannot find my way to you.
The more I warn the more you ignore me.
The greater the detail the less you want to know.
I began to hate you.

Where can I cry with my love watching over me?
When can I celebrate  when everything I state eventually unravels into loneliness?
The ground is trembling.
I feel it in my feet.
It disturbs  my standing.
I have lost my equilibrium.
But I cannot  reach out for help.
I will not reach out for help.
I pity your own mistaken and intended faults.
Strike me down whilst it's what you want to do.
I want you to stike me down.
I want to feel our pain.



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