I’m nervous, anxious, tired, dizzy. Enjoying cycling. Need to get away from here. Uncertain, unconfident, nervous of everything. Later the same day, or the following day, I’ve just briefly imagined myself on the morning train passing through Lewisham. I just about miss it, that daily routine, a feel of being a part of something. Something … Continue reading 22
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1: Monday.
That time between Christmas and New Year. It is different yet the same. I’m doing normal everyday activities, work, home, laundry, potato cooking. Yet the world feels different, provocative, pensive, slow, quiet, introspective. In the morning on the way to work streets, shops, trains are quiet, spacious, comfortable. Now, in early evening, the streets are … Continue reading 1: Monday.
0: An introduction.
I've been keeping a journal since mid-2018, in a small Rymans notebook. Mostly entries are written after a time of activity and interaction, and initially were a result of a winding-down-of-the-brain process. Now I suspect they form a part of that process. It is autumn 2020, and we know what has happened this year. Those … Continue reading 0: An introduction.
Going places; Psychogeography and Agoraphobia.
(December 2019) I've taken the day off. I've been restless, unsettled, indecisive. I went to collect an ASOS parcel from the shop over the other side of the railway line. I was nervous, I don't normally go over there, or in shops like that. It was fine though. I might do it again. Everything fits … Continue reading Going places; Psychogeography and Agoraphobia.
Making film. Writing. Justifying being creative. Or not justifying, just being.
(December 2019) I used to make lots of video art pieces. I did a degree in Fine Art but was put off painting there. I think for a while I was in love with the idea of being an artist, in a studio, wearing clothes covered in paint, and generally being "alternative" and "radical", without … Continue reading Making film. Writing. Justifying being creative. Or not justifying, just being.
About Bournemouth.
(September 2019) Victoria. Midsummer. I always come here to write. Well, I don't. I don't decide I need to write, and therefore come here. I don't plan to write at all, I just write. Today has been different, introspective, purposeless. At work with someone I have little connection with. Doing the work, taking control, no … Continue reading About Bournemouth.
Paranoia Of Modern Life (title to be determined later)
(August 2019) On a train to Brighton for the day, phone battery run out and a cheap charger not working. In the carriage a man working at a laptop, a smell of meat and sweat, I think coming from another man. The last time I came to Brighton was the time I was stalked by … Continue reading Paranoia Of Modern Life (title to be determined later)
