The general sensation I have been experiencing for the past few weeks has been one of acting within a film. I am fairly sure that the film, which marks a departure from the emotionally intense norm for me, will flop. I am desperately eager for the denouement. I find myself increasingly questioning which exact emotional register the day should hold. I’ve begun listening to radio 3 so as to have some external force cue exactly what facial expression I should hold whilst conducting a variety of intricate and futile tasks.
7:40 pm • 13 August 2014 • 2 notes
I’m wandering around the back streets of Castello, having heard a rumour that Tino Seghal is premiering his new performance piece somewhere round here. I see a group of 3 hipsters and begin following them, their leader’s oversized hand-painted jumper suggesting they know were they’re going -…
2:39 pm • 13 August 2014 • 4 notes
SELF PORTRAIT AS ROADKILL
7:45 pm • 10 August 2014
that the living
Charlie decided to work.
Adam getting out and Sandra, that night.
Side eï ect that night. Demanded Angela “pick up into tears.”
Grinned Mike Garner, setting aside.
Well as vera announced:
"Adam. Her heart is always something. Welcome to hold it. Thy brother was fast asleep."
Should go with two hours.
Daddy had just found Adam.
"Poor dear god" he shouted "Adam!"
On saturday morning
Every day at his side.
Then that day before he might have.
White and through she cried:
looking up your father.
Early in california,
Sandra were you sure we could?
Pleaded charlie shook his face.
John chapter twenty one day the christian.
his new nursing home.
Stammered charlie quickly jumped into tears.
Estrada was going through the same time.
8:30 pm • 8 August 2014
it looks like.
charlie sitting in twin yucca.
surprise to know?
for coming back onto charlie. Downen had ever seen you know.
Asked gary: returned to leave?
Garner family and wait for good.
Maybe you think about adam. Maybe she had come over here.
Keep an attempted break into adam.
Confessed gary: for everyone.
Gasped in surprise to know.
to need me with.
to need me with.
Upon hearing this
time is as possible.
Continued the couch:
smiled charlie: felt herself for everyone.
Just so much to them.
8:03 pm • 5 August 2014 • 2 notes
I am ending an eight hour train journey in the company of a bald, evenly tanned Scottish male. He is, I would estimate, somewhere between 50-60% through his lifespan. He is wearing a white Polo by Ralph Lauren Slim Pinpoint Oxford Estate. The shirt costs £85, is crafted from crisp cotton twill and features a dapper cutaway spread collar. His teeth are also white and probably cost at least £85. He makes his presence known by loudly asking if anyone can open a bottle of beer for him. The male of the young heterosexual couple sitting across from me obliges, using his belt. Later, once the young couple have disembarked, he will take their place. He will grin widely at me (money well spent) and open a incongruously cheap plastic tub, previously used for storing ice cream.
"You alright pal?"
I nod at him.
"Would you like a sausage roll? I just came from a funeral see and they gave me some food. Would you like one? Honestly I’ve got loads mate."
"I’m alright thanks" I say.
"Probably won’t come back up here until I’m dead" he responds, with diplomacy.
He continues to offer me various foodstuffs from the plastic container for the next forty minutes. The sequence culminates as we come over the Forth rail bridge, reaching a peak as he begins to extract items from his main luggage container, an old but still ultimately expensive looking leather holdall.
"How about a wee dram? I nicked this too the fuckers. Or just a bottle of beer eh?"
I maintain my embargo for as long as I can, eventually succumbing to an offer of a piece of organic peppersmith lemon and peppermint gum. After this victory he seems sated, turning only in order to vigorously shake my hand immediately before leaving the train.
6:23 pm • 3 August 2014 • 1 note
FOX AT ROADSIDE WITH DISCARDED JUNK FOOD
8:09 pm • 1 August 2014
lux beauty soap with
moisturisers (room ten)
-an over long joke
5:05 pm • 31 July 2014 • 3 notes
DEAD RABBIT ON ROAD WITH FULL CAN OF GENERIC BRAND COLA ON THE VERGE
2:41 pm • 30 July 2014 • 1 note