It's been a while since i was here, backwards time.
Clawing at snow, words one by one-this is the way it was.
This is how it went.

Remembering all things gold and thoughts about prisms of light.

City lights and dreams of a blue painted terraced house.

Aimless walking.

The feeling you get when you a leave a place.

The feeling you get when you're somewhere you want to be.

Cuts burns and scrapes.

Doing it for the wrong reasons, always.

Waiting for the day when it doesn't mean as much.

YES PLEASE

Kuji over in Sheffield has started up their own label 'Teebag' to provide a platform for Sheffield artists, creating unique pieces of clothing and jewellery from local artists designs as well as giving artists the chance to curate their window displays.

Those guys are simply one in a million.

For starters their showcasing work by artists Luiza Holub, James Prescott and...me!

They have been nothing short of AMAZING, so have a look at their new blog.

Get involved and show them some love!

https://teebagdesigns.wordpress.com/

Heads on tables and knees in chests.

More there then here.

More you then me.

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

He's good you know (listen here!)

The look of DEATH

This is one of yours.

Everything and nothing happening all at the same time