Friday, 22 November 2013


it feels like the more the gloss, the glitz, the noise, the stimulation etc. are sold to me, the more my eye is drawn to the relief of stillness and the quotidian little tableaux of twig, cigarette end and cracked paving slab: the blank bits of ordinariness meant to lie unnoticed between the shouty billboards, the shouty people and the blare of the screens. buy the stunning new album? experience the latest in whateverwhatever? I'll pass. I'll pass.

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