A digital diary of the small, silent, and fleeting things.
Because the way we remember our world
shapes how we treat its future.
Breakfast Club and one-hour lunch breaks. Bacalhoa rosé wine, Out Jazz. Warm summer evenings by the river, rescuing a sea star at Troia beach. Taking the ferry. Cycling with Steven and Jomo. Armelle’s talent of always choosing the most terrible drink.
In the end, it’s the small things that matter most.
‘Environmental Artivist’ is what I called myself for a while. Sometimes labels help you make sense out of non-sensible things. Beach clean-ups took off then. Armelle joined too and we had ice cream afterwards. Steven got into bitcoin, bought a bike and convinced me to get one too. No more plastic cups at parties, who cares if one or two glasses break?!
Edited on a tiny iPad, shot with half broken cameras: jungle life is bitter sweet. The extreme humidity great for the skin, but not friends with your electronic devices. Walking in clouds of mosquitos. Mangoes growing in the garden, monkeys jumping around my house. All the fruits have so much flavour.
I am afraid snakes will eat our cats. I wonder if Chullachaqui is real. I wonder if I could live like this for the rest of my life? Cold shower, no flushing toilet, will I ever marry? No electricity in my jungle house, no train station, no bike. Waking up with the rising sun, the smell of rain, the cats left a half-chewed up rat under my bed, I will miss these thunderstorms. I miss the laughter.
They were nearly the same color, the ocean and the sky. Surfers, like puddle flies, tiny creatures floating on the surface of the water. Nearly divine. Thousands of birds took flight. The cat sneezed. The dogs remained still and snowflakes just kept falling. My camera nearly froze, but I took some sand home in my shoes. There’s a snail in my fridge and one of the goats has escaped. There’s a snail on the window. There is….
Disaster scenario imagination, Raphaël’s speciality. Not because he’s a dooms thinker, not at all! Just for fun. Like imaginary epic fail memes.
Faneca was the king of cat memes! Steven called himself the company clown while BlackBerry Porsche’s golden buttons fell off their 2000 euro machine and Fabiana and I pretended to be Charlie’s Angels with Luis.
One really goes a bit nuts working in an office. Or maybe, this is how one keeps ones sanity among the insane…
Nino came to work one day. He had seen a snail on the sidewalk, picked it up and put it in the grass. Stepped back. Crack! Stepped aside in shock. Crack, crunch!
I am quite certain I ran one over as well today. Huge road, tiny bicycle tires, even smaller snail. What are the odds? We die without vitamin C, but too much of it messes with your B12 absorption. Being alive really is a miracle.
Note to self: enjoy every day! Note from Ely: celebrate your birthday, BIGGG!!!
More coming soon…