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I used to look out on this Salford skyline. I’d hear the drill of the motorway and some winey voices from the gated alleyways for the kids to play out on. I should’ve been worried about the area knowing that only 20 years ago friends of mine were going to the local in bulletproof vests, but if anything it made me feel safe. Langworthy had a proper story; everyones face contoured by the paths of life, honouring their Cheetham Hill trackpants and safing everyone that went by. And when you were there you were nothing but a neighbour, a lick of paint over the real m6, looking out onto the Salford skyline, where ignorance was bliss; knowing that the postcode wouldn’t deny me from a job which used to be the script. I’d clip the fold on my window and breath in the tall air, being the only one on my street with this privilege, watching my best mates ashes like confetti to the pipeline. Just a wannabe Salfordite, a tourist of the ends with rose tinted views. Beyrl next door with a collection of spoons. No matter how the day went the sun would always come out. I’d see it with my own eyes across the Salford skyline.

12 panels stare glowingly like a screen, where all my surroundings are blackened. Only this is a real window view, to life.

13/06/2020 12.02

Subject: Quarentine

To: Tom Price, Thomas Bedford, Joel Furniss, Samantha Bunting

In the midst of the biological despair, I think it’s time we ought to reconnect. Where you are not physical in my approach i can start a thread of communications with you through the luxury of the first worlds inter-connective digital system. Although new to this experience, I can’t help but wish myself in to a more ecological zone; whether it’s the influence of my read on ‘ The end of the end of the world’, by Jonothan Franzen who has taught me that birds are greater than we’ll ever be, or my more recent introduction in to blue zones and superfoods, which remind me that there are very safe places in the world to live, that rely solely on community and soul crafting their own food, leading people to live an average of 100-110 years. Either way, it is in our most simple routines where we find true meaning. Like the bird.


I can only hope that you are living simply, that your life revolves around your meals for the day and that you become so trapped within monotonous quotidian structure, that you realise what it means for life to be easy.


My book, ‘How to Transform Your Life’ by Geshe Kelsang Gyatso speaks about reincarnation and in that, that having a human life itself is the most rewarding Karma, as we are the only beings that can access spirituality and enlightenment. At the moment this philosophy is tricky to believe as our minds are still racing whilst our body slows down. In depiction we are like an old mac turning off, the machine is running fast, you can hear the coding yet the screen is blackened – this paradoxical state of being off, yet not having the true privilege of shutting down, is typical of a human of this age. 


Ultimately, I’m wondering whether, given the experience of COVID-19, you would rather be the bird or the human?


Peace and Love,

Kymara

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