much more tactility

I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

It Will Get Lighter

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

propensity within someone

hiding from the rain