regent's park

central line

hampstead heath

mama roux

no eyes

cupid, love and bones

Major Tom

they got a message from the Action Man

"i'm happy hope you're happy too

i've loved all i needed to love

sordid details following"

ashes to ashes, fun to funky

K&N

the screen

I will be dying and so will you, and so will everyone here. That's what I want to explore. We're all hurtling towards death, yet here we are for the moment, alive. Each of us knowing we're going to die, each of us secretly believing we won't. You realize you are not special. You have struggled into existence, and are now slipping silently out of it. This is everyone's experience. Every single one. The specifics hardly matter. Everyone's everyone. As the people who adore you stop adoring you; as they die; as they move on; as you shed them; as you shed your beauty; your youth; as the world forgets you; as you recognize your transience; as you begin to lose your characteristics one by one; as you learn there is no-one watching you, and there never was, you think only about driving - not coming from any place; not arriving any place. Just driving, counting off time. Now you are here, at 7:43. Now you are here, at 7:44. Now you are gone. (Synecdoche, New York).

beercountry

G

the architect

E18

sofienberg

17th of May

park

wing

camden passage

liverpool street

tate

millenium bridge

luck

reading room

wine/tulipes

ials

garden

little girl doing maths

abuse

almonds

honest lawyer

wheel

night tube