I genuinely long to be one of those people who awakens early in the morning, ready to embrace the day ahead, full of life, awareness and enthusiasm. I'm a bit of a bastard first thing and I can't think with any sort of clarity until I've had strong coffee, the papers and cigarettes. It is awful - disempowering - to live a life dependent on such things. My brain truly starts to kick into gear only during the evening, which is when I read, attempt to jot down thoughts and experience, and just generally try to enjoy the silence and the consciousness night brings.
It's been a very strange couple of months. People breaking up all over the place, people breaking down, changes in the workplace and among it all seeing the best and the worst of humanity on film, images and words from Burma. People being buried, people getting married. Hearing of beautiful lives snuffed out far too early with drugs and alcohol. And the winter is kicking in.
In my heart of hearts I still long for a peaceful life and a simple life. I love words, I love taking pictures, I love my guitar, and I love my family and friends. I'm even learning to love the people I looked upon for some time with a great deal of suspicion. It's not easy though, to live a peaceful and simple life.
I'm just about about to move into a flatshare with some rather colourful characters whom I've known for some time. We have nothing in common apart from knowing each other and I feel my life is at the beginning of yet another colourful chapter. Sometimes I feel like I'm in the middle of a David Lynch film. Or something by Woody Allen. I feel the future is Fellini. Hopefully the next few months will be slightly less turbulent than the last. I'm learning not to take things for granted.
It's been a very strange couple of months. People breaking up all over the place, people breaking down, changes in the workplace and among it all seeing the best and the worst of humanity on film, images and words from Burma. People being buried, people getting married. Hearing of beautiful lives snuffed out far too early with drugs and alcohol. And the winter is kicking in.
In my heart of hearts I still long for a peaceful life and a simple life. I love words, I love taking pictures, I love my guitar, and I love my family and friends. I'm even learning to love the people I looked upon for some time with a great deal of suspicion. It's not easy though, to live a peaceful and simple life.
I'm just about about to move into a flatshare with some rather colourful characters whom I've known for some time. We have nothing in common apart from knowing each other and I feel my life is at the beginning of yet another colourful chapter. Sometimes I feel like I'm in the middle of a David Lynch film. Or something by Woody Allen. I feel the future is Fellini. Hopefully the next few months will be slightly less turbulent than the last. I'm learning not to take things for granted.


