Monday, 19 July 2010

Manchester and other stories

Sometimes it feels like the rain never stops.

I turn away and I hear it before I turn back to look.

It’s really coming down now.

Sitting quietly in corners waiting for something big to take hold, taking late night buses to the rhythm of a whirring heart, following over ground routes, from grey to black to grey again.

Watching people flow in and out of the station. Waiting.

Count all the steps. Listen on repeat.

This is the old routine.

‘This is a blast from the past’.

A door that leads to nowhere and a window that is never closed.

This is Manchester.

' Naoko asked me one time- just once- if i had a girl i liked. I told her about the one in i had left behind in Kobe. "She was nice", i said, "I enjoyed sleeping with her, and i miss her every now and then, but finally, she didn't move me. I dont know, sometimes i think i've got this hard kernal in my heart, and nothing much can get inside it. I doubt if i can really love anybody." '

-Norwegian Wood

It's push and it's pull.
I'm pulling and falling into nothing.
Hands gripped.
Surrounded by broken stones and listening on repeat.
It's hard to hear you.
Hearing you and hearing me, I can't be part of the same thing.
You're pushing and you're walking away.

J.Ball shows us what she's got

Sunday, 18 July 2010

Friday, 16 July 2010

The look of DEATH

Wednesday, 14 July 2010

This is one of yours.