humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
06.02.20 13:09PM Berlin
February was a peculiar month, one that was very much divided. The first half was care-free and exciting. Fueled by ambition and a will to excel. For you see, I had moved to Berlin only two weeks prior. I was at the start of an adventure; one that would soar my career to heights I had never reached before. I was fresh out of university and had landed my first professional job as a singer on a cruise ship. I had 'made it'. It felt good. The job sat in my planner for 3 months and the time had finally arrived for me to start this adventure and move to Berlin for the 2-month rehearsal process.
By George Fairclough6 years ago in Humans
The Last "Normal" Photo
It was the second time we had gone to The Met together. It was the first day that the weather was nice. It felt like spring. I remember being so excited because it meant summer was just around the corner. I had just gotten back from Texas the week before and we missed each other dearly so we decided to spend the entire Sunday wandering around the city. We met at Starbucks because that is my usual ritual every time I go to The Met. Something about that walk seems surreal now. I can’t remember a single thing we talked about but I know that there was a moment when I looked at him and thought “I hope we do this a lot this summer”.
By Sarah LaFleur6 years ago in Humans
When Social Distancing Was a Choice
Three months ago, escaping the city and getting away from the hustle and bustle was a choice. One that my husband and I would choose over and over if we had the option. A weekend getaway was relaxing, peaceful, and allowed us quality time together, without our children screaming and running throughout the house. Three months ago, we went on our last weekend getaway for who knows how long, and we would do just about anything to do it again.
By Shaley Speaks6 years ago in Humans
GEORGE FLOYD.
I am a product of a mixed race Jamaican dad, and a mother with original Arawak Jamaican Indian blood running through her veins. I move amongst all levels of society, consisting of all races. I don't fake, I create my space. Racism for me boils down to a level of misunderstanding and lack of knowledge of one's culture and struggles. It's bred out of an ignorance for others that look and think different.
By Joan Marsh6 years ago in Humans
A Saint | St. Elizabeth of Hungary
St. Elizabeth, a Hungarian princess, and a great saint, was born on July 7th, 1207, and passed away on 17th, November, 1231. Elizabeth was married at the age of 14 and widowed at the age of 20. After her husband's death she sent her children away and regained her money, she used that money to build a hospital where she herself served the sick. She became a symbol of Christian charity after her death at the age of 24
By justalilpeachy 6 years ago in Humans
Shagging in the Lilies
I've started avoiding the news. The hysteria this week over a certain government adviser has reached such a frenzy that I can't bear it any longer. Thankfully I'd booked the week off work and as the weather has been glorious I've been able to spend a lot of time outside in the garden.
By Richard Douglas6 years ago in Humans
Changes and Dandelions. Second Place in Landscape Mode Challenge.
I wonder how many people in this world have spent most of their lives with one constant space they consider home. In some places, far from where I call home -- or at least far different from where I call home -- there’s probably a lot of people that don’t leave the home they were born in for a long time. Maybe never. I've spent nearly 21 years in the same wooden blue house with a white porch -- and concrete steps that always look wet paving the way to a sandy colored, grainy sidewalk. Nearly 252 months, nearly 84 seasons, calling that house home. I’ve seen people come and go, issues arise and resolve in the neighborhood, yards go from unruly to neat and back again. Time sits heavier as the years bear on and we age. Experiencing so much change in the same space-- it sags.
By Autumn Faithwalker6 years ago in Humans
the window triptych
I often lay on the floor, watching the clouds drift imperceptibly, imagining the earth turn gently. Looking out through the windows positioned over three walls of my living room-turned-bedroom on our third floor London flat, all I see is the wide-open sky. I have come to cherish working on the floor while looking out at the sky, it lends a groundedness to an otherwise surreal sensation of floating above the world.
By Lavanya Mane6 years ago in Humans
The Ruin
The light coming through her Samsung Galaxy photo app wasn’t nearly as bright as real life. She kept looking up over her phone at the dilapidated old building and back down to her phone. It wasn’t the same. Why bother taking a picture if it wouldn’t capture exactly what she saw? Putting her phone in her back pocket she sighed heavily and turned around to her best friend. He was busy making duck lips. God damned selfie queen.
By Amanda Lyons6 years ago in Humans
