is one of the pleasantest sensations in the world.
is one of the pleasantest sensations in the world.
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is one of the pleasantest sensations in the world.
one day up near salinas, i let him slip away.
It occurred to me this morning: I forgot to do that year-in-photos thing that I’d got into the habit of. I seem to remember having a jolly old time putting them together for 2010 (here) and 2011 (here) – [yes, it’s beyond weird looking back at those] [and quite sad, actually]. Somehow that went out of the window this year. And out of the window it shall stay. So, in lieu of that, here’s more photos from this year. That’s how we’re going to play this game from now on. The pictures go like this: John power at the Brixton Jamm, flea-market finds, N1, that all-too-familiar Manchester scene, an artist’s secret, an artist’s shop, Mein Haus Am See, a Berlin bookshop, and 1960s Valentino couture.
or i could step right outside and show you that i’m alive.
The inevitable holiday phone snaps. Count yourselves lucky that I’ve narrowed it down – there’s about a million more where these came from, clearly. Videos, too [Vine: how fun]. Anyway, I’m back now [with a newly developed fear of flying – thanks, wind] [admittedly it doesn’t take much to switch my brain from fine to fear but still, il y avait du vent] and I’m all over the sorting/my/life/out stuff. Watch this space, won’t you?
last night, i had a dream about you.
Did I mention I’m moving in Janaury? Well… I have now. Moving house and city = daunted. Not least because I’ve been in this flat for four years and am not renowned for my receptiveness to change. Tried to start sorting through my stuff this weekend, alongside doing some work from home/eating too much pasta/listening to too much Daft Punk. Hope my neighbours like Digital Love as much as I do. From the little sorting-of-stuff I’ve done, it has quickly become clear that if there’s one non-negotiable, it’s the books and magazines. They’re coming with me however-many-trips-it-takes/come-rain-or-shine. Apologies to whoever is tasked with carrying them to the van (dad/brother). And although I have plucked up the courage to start the ‘sorting’ phase, to think I’ll never see the walls which have housed me for years or the view from my balcony again, makes me slightly breathless. I’m trying not to think about that reality at all. Instead I’m surrounding myself with the people who think the world of me, because, the way I see it, that’s the only way I’m going to land myself safely on the other side.
this afternoon?’
weren’t talking any longer. I don’t know which of us hung up
with a sharp click, but I know I didn’t care. I couldn’t have
talked to her across a tea-table that day if I never talked to her
again in this world.
busy. I tried four times; finally an exasperated central told me
the wire was being kept open for a long distance from Detroit.
Taking out my time-table, I drew a small circle around the
three-fifty train. Then I leaned back in my chair and tried to
think.
time something within her was crying out for a decision. She
wanted her life shaped now, immediately – and the decision
must be made by some force – of love, of money, of unquestionable
practicality – that was close at hand.
take a look around, there’s something happening
– all the colours fade.
i don’t want you now, bang bang bang gone.
oh i don’t need you now, the seeds are sown.
bang bang, pretty pretty, bang bang.
