Get away

Sometimes, it's strange, I have an urge to burn loads of money.
Just watch all that meaningless capitalism turn to ash. I've realised it doesn't mean all that much to me, it doesn't make me feel happy like they say it's meant to.

I love this section from Donnie Darko, talking about Graham Greene's book, 'The Destructors' :

Well... they say it right when they are ripping the place to shreds. When they flood the house. That like... destruction is a form of creation. So the fact that they burn the money is... ironic. They just want to see what happens when they tear the world apart. They want to change things.

But then another part of me thinks that it's awfully ignorant and ridicolous of me to burn money. It's rather a disgusting extravagance to be burning money in these times of need.

Young love

Have recently discovered Diane Arbus' hypnotizing photography.

Racquet time

Isn't tennis the most glorious, beautiful sport? I'm so excited about Wimbledon.

Downtown

My summer wardrobe - pretty much all to be found in the fabulous American Apparel

Negative

I wrote these few lines today and I don't fully understand what they mean or if it's lyrics or a poem but it just came to me, sporadically, like so much of the shit that goes round and round my head.

Sometimes even the desert goes cold,

And then what will you do?

Your quiet suffering is devoid of meaning

Now that I've gone.

I burnt all your clothes

Watching the funeral pyre take away

Your smell up to the sky.

I thought after that you would stop haunting me.

But I still feel your cruel words.

Still breathing

There was a daddy long-legs in my shower. Alone. Both of us were vulnerable. But it was trapped alone forever. What a lonely existence it must lead. I wondered how long it had been in my bathroom for....without anyone.

I bought The Big Issue the other day. They're always selling one outside the supermarket. I've recently been listening to Madeleine Peyroux. Inside The Big Issue was an article about her life. She was busking and living on the streets of Paris, aged seventeen. The same age as me. I can't imagine that loneliness. Music saved her. I think music saves me every day. It stops you from feeling alone.

Dreams we had as children fade away...