The Flute Studio – phoebe bognár

the long way home

These writings are for all those I kept waiting, those who encouraged me to write more and for those who are curious and love the worlds woven from words and of course for those of us who are in need of some moments for procrastination pleasure.

born of dust and remembering

I now find myself past the midway mark of my time at The Studio…

…till the cows come home

before proceeding please listen: I’ve been told that England seems to be mostly in eternal drizzle to the point I thought it true. This place I’ve known for less than a week now has welcomed me with a warmth all too familiar. Did I bring that warm weather with me? This question incessantly plays inContinueContinue reading “…till the cows come home”

reflections through the curtain of haze; England emerges into salience

The first leg of my journey is done. This morning I arrived at Kuala Lumpur airport looking quite large with clothing– not ideal for this 26 degree, 6 am weather. Of course, I am preparing myself for a chilly London evening (always in relativity to Brisbane weather). As I was sitting here writing this, waitingContinueContinue reading “reflections through the curtain of haze; England emerges into salience”