how to take a corner at 120
adventure is a path. real adventure - self-determined, self-motivated, often risky - forces you to have firsthand encounters with the world. the world the way it is, not the way you imagine it. your body will collide with the earth and you will bear witness. in this way you will be compelled to grapple with the limitless kindness and bottomless cruelty of humankind - and perhaps realize that you yourself are capable of both. this will change you. nothing will ever again be black-and-white - mark jenkins
we access our souls through our life experiences and it is these experiences that guide us and teach us about the things we have always wondered. i believe that it is through our journeys that we have come to know and understand ourselves. there are things that i haven’t been able to explain to myself, yet i am comforted by the idea that life nudges us towards that next chapter, asking us to turn that next page, write that entry telling yourself you will be okay, have faith.
i’ve been up since 4am with a feeling i know all too well. when even durban gets too small, and you know every sound, and you know every smell, and you know how every second will turn out. and you can’t breathe. i need to get away. i need to wander. i need to find that harmony exists between man and his surroundings, where our hurried hearts are once again slowed and open to the world.
i guess that i, i just thought that maybe we could find new ways to fall apart.
portrait | marianna. westville, may ‘12, durban.
she thinks i’m much too thin, she asked me if i’m sick, what’s a guy to do with friends like this
marianna, westville jams. may ‘12, durban.
there’s a big wide,beautiful world out there. for those who want it, it’s out there.
tiger tiger. craft beers. rollies. backseat bass. krantzkloof relays. 4 am florida road pavement convo’s. hustling pool. risk it to get the bicuit. we are the famous cfc. coffee me & coffee you. matching hoodies matching smiles, “we can never go to vegas or..”, bergie bombs, “drunk driving? just indicate when you swerve”, the avengers, tequila chasers, the pickles the horrors, mary jane missions.
mad weekend. maddest best mate. la lucia, may ‘12, durban.
praying for the wild at heart kept in cages
thug life. my best friend touched down in durbs this afternoon for waves, beats, trips, beers, rollies, tents, hoodies, ps3, firecrackers, bunny chows, “mapping it”, punk, rum, bass, hanging wimpy bfast, barefooting, beach soccer, hub, balcony coffee, 4am swims, stoke.
i know you’ll never read this but
i finally understand. the hell you went through. the depression and pain. and i’m sorry for the arrogance and immaturity. “i wish”-es are useless and “what if’s” won’t help; but i miss you, you know? i’ve never felt this small. i know you’ll never read this, but i finally understand the reason for the dignity. it’s a frightening thing, isn’t it? lilly gets scared when she sees me sad. and jem and mike turn awkward. and as for my friends, well, they’ve all left, quietly, and unnoticed, through the back door. while the very special ones i’ve pushed away. i’m as stubborn as always you’ll have noticed. and as proud. i broke my record the other day, had 71 pieces. and i heard neil diamond on the radio. and i’ve grown to like jasmine tea, if only for lack of anything else. and i’ll have you know that unicorns do exist. i’ve seen one. and that i think i’ll be okay. i just really miss you. everyone does. how could they not?
my cousins and i dominated ballito last week for my first beach day back. i taught lighties to skid, lilly to funnel ice cream and my cousins not to fall asleep or they’ll get buried alive with extra big boobies, a set of wings and a tail. we had rollies, bellyflop competitions and hand stand races. and, despite the fact that, as a result of careening around at light-speed, im not doing to well health-wise at the moment, it was worth every rashy chafe, greasy smear and sun stroke. and seeing as i’m getting another lumbar tomorrow who knows when i’ll be able to enjoy another salty sandy day. photo by jem. may ‘12, durban.
i want you always to remember me. will you remember that i existed, and that i stood next to you here like this?
a rare photo of myself aged 15 with my mother and sister. july ‘05, egypt.
things to do in durban when you’re dead
click on the link to read a short story by lily herne that combines two of my bestest things in this world: zombies. and durban.
prime. http://fundza.co.za/mobi/home/books/fiction-short-stories/things-to-do-in-durban/
