Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
we can only engage in such a way
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
Can I see
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
not so on: yvf(wthw)
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
magnetises a pin
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.