Dr Paul Harrison
@iampaulharrison.bsky.social
Researcher in Behavioural Science. Travelling man. Always striving to be kind.
In a way, the pandemic became a kind of collective memento mori; a quiet but insistent reminder that we are finite.
We travel now not because we have forgotten death, but because we remembered it. And in remembering, life regained its edge, its urgency, and its colour.
We travel now not because we have forgotten death, but because we remembered it. And in remembering, life regained its edge, its urgency, and its colour.
After the silence
On why we travel again
open.substack.com
September 11, 2025 at 6:43 AM
In a way, the pandemic became a kind of collective memento mori; a quiet but insistent reminder that we are finite.
We travel now not because we have forgotten death, but because we remembered it. And in remembering, life regained its edge, its urgency, and its colour.
We travel now not because we have forgotten death, but because we remembered it. And in remembering, life regained its edge, its urgency, and its colour.
"This weekend I’ve been listening to Symbiosis by Bill Evans. It’s one of those long, slow, unresolved compositions that builds only to dissolve again. It sounds like what the inner life feels like on days like today: fractured, half-remembered, sometimes beautifully sad."
The Loneliness of Rituals
At times like these, the most honest thing we can do is sit with the emptiness and let the music play
medium.com
April 20, 2025 at 1:15 AM
"This weekend I’ve been listening to Symbiosis by Bill Evans. It’s one of those long, slow, unresolved compositions that builds only to dissolve again. It sounds like what the inner life feels like on days like today: fractured, half-remembered, sometimes beautifully sad."
Life is a fragile, temporary gift that is lived not just in the “moments”, but in the ordinary.
Read the full article on Medium.
Read the full article on Medium.
Living an Intentional Life
Embracing the ordinary in amongst the moments
medium.com
April 6, 2025 at 7:00 AM
Life is a fragile, temporary gift that is lived not just in the “moments”, but in the ordinary.
Read the full article on Medium.
Read the full article on Medium.