Full of life
Premise: we are thriving off the lives that criss-cross around us, leaving paper trails.
Note to self
On many occasions I have tried to find the moment of ‘solitude’ that directors write into desolate scenes. Believing that we are all thoroughly interconnected, I have found it utterly impossible to feel alone, however, or even marginally dissatisfied in the company of strangers. Thoughts inspired by Marx and Hegels documents on art and being as a social entity.
Humanising the other is important in city life. Who is next to you on the train? Written from the Central line carriage, The Locker Room asks ‘what builds the social and cultural dynamic of the place you live in?’
An indulgent slur of exasperated egoism and every day self-inflation/deflation which I will probably edit forever
Are these clothes the colour of my insides? Are yours?
Lines are comprised of the silences in letters And say more (It seems) Than the screams of obsolete profanity I steal them And they love me for the sweetness of manipulation’s lullaby If waterfalls could whisper away the fallacy of words I would wait for rain each day And soak in the reality of translucence […]
Nothing captures everything, forevermore