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?!