I start this post with the(as i' sure you'll agree)Noble ambition to be as unpretentious and unostentatious as possible in my account of a few of the occurrences and emotions of the last day/night; so give me credit for that or at least forgive me if i do lapse, as i expect is very likely, back into pompous prose.
I woke up today with an hour of sleep,a face full of leather sofa, a dry mouth and a bitter taste. I watched people sleeping then I stared at the wall of a corridor while i drank tea. Then I left. I smelt of foreignness and the streets outside were wet and ochre, the harsher lines of the pavement slabs were softened and blurred and I felt human. I saw shops. I consumed. I saw sunflowers and they were so beautiful and so doomed I had to look away and buy a pair of boots. Sunflowers make me ache. I wished you could get the giant sunflowers this time of year. I love sunflowers so much much much. I don't understand the need to share so much information,to talk. It makes me panic.
I watched the directors cut of Donnie Darko last night, I thought I'd seen I before. I found out that I most probably hadn't because there was a scene from watership down featured in it where the ields turnd to blood. It made me feel horror. Horror is simple simple is effective affecting.
Half my thoughts have an irish accent because spent a few hours with my Irish friend.
