Sunday, 27 January 2008
Saturday, 19 January 2008
Thursday, 17 January 2008
I can hear fat people breathing.
I can hear it louder than trains and it irks me. It bothers me an unhealthy amount.
I went to South Africa for 2 weeks. My skin is patchy and sunburnt, I feel weathered and healthy. I climbed mountains and rode horses across beaches with toothpaste white sand and listerene blue water. Thats what those colours made me think of. Teeth.
Now I'm back at work, in front of my screen which hums and waits with answers and dead ends. I feel I can't adapt to London and its cold and dirt, to 2008 and to this screen in front of me.
I went to South Africa for 2 weeks. My skin is patchy and sunburnt, I feel weathered and healthy. I climbed mountains and rode horses across beaches with toothpaste white sand and listerene blue water. Thats what those colours made me think of. Teeth.
Now I'm back at work, in front of my screen which hums and waits with answers and dead ends. I feel I can't adapt to London and its cold and dirt, to 2008 and to this screen in front of me.
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