Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet,
performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal
about town, feminist, freewheeler, and
friend. One day, she is going to be an
ideas curator. Which basically
means, she will tell you
exactly what she thinks.
Until then, you’ll have
to read between
the lines.
I brake for
This very sweet lid, under which is a nice person.
Moira rides an awesome Soma Double Cross. And doesn’t seem to mind if you stop her in the street and then have a chat and she seemed interested and interesting and nice and – because surely you must wonder why I do this sometimes – this is why I do this sometimes.
This is a very big world, full of things complex and beautiful, but sometimes it is nicer to feel like it’s a small world full of things personable and generous, and to have a conversation with a stranger that is light-hearted but not meaningless, friendly but not overly so, generous but not creepy – well that’s a nice thing isn’t it? Remember when our grandparents would have a nice old natter on the way to the shops? Well, it was just like that.
I’ve* said it before, when I see an adult on a bicycle, I do not despair for the human race.
* whatever Ernesto
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