sodium

on how street lights are burning after images into my fucking retinas

i got off a stop early tonight. i know why. just read some banal essay about ‘the journey’ ‘the poetry’ ‘the signal’. ai shite. they even left the prompt in. don’t know why it was on my feed, don’t know why i clicked on it. don’t know why i fucking cared.

but.

i did.

now i am going to write fucking poetry, the only way i know how.

with light.

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outside of that essay, it’s been fine today, it really has. people came together, clicked a few things, read a few things, decided that i was going to take the time to starting building photos for an exploration i wanted to do re street lights. guess i did everything in one shot tonight.

as i started walking, i just let go, i let something else take the steering wheel Shivers (click here, easier then explaining it)

street light number 1

there was something fucky with my phone camera, didn’t care, made the lights look pretty. whatever, move on, turn right, then left, breath fogging.

street light number 2

not many people know this, i don’t share it often, i am not from the uk. i grew up in NSW (new south wales) far from sydney, far from any of the ‘good’ bits that everyone wants. but we had stars. so many stars. i needed stars. there were no stars, had to accept a shitty moon and a plane. fine.

street light 3

then it started raining. actually fine with it, made everything for those few minutes actually feel like i was inside, really added something, edge to what i was walking through. boots survived, regretted not packing my brolly but mind reader i am not.

street light number 4

i like this one.

i was getting a bit of a headache, i know why, probably was hypoglycemia. only had a greggs steak bake for breakfast, skipped lunch, skipped the third and probable fourth coffee of the day, spent lunch running up and down stairs because i get to see my aunt in a few weeks and heaven forbid she’s in a fucking mood. love that for me. it stopped raining though, little things, walking faster, bit of a back sweat. happens, was walking with attitude.

street light number 5

thats shit. looked better on my phone. oh well i like it, it’s angry. also shout out to the car who drove behind me and threw off the backlight. didn’t want to hang around with my phone out around here so i kept on walking.

went shops, bought.

milk

wosits(crunchy really cheesey)

pepperami 3 pack

lucozade Sport ‘Jude Bellingham Special Edition’ ice kick (thanks babe)

i have real food, just not now.

am fine. enjoy your fucking poetry. going to sit down.

what ever.

i did a thing.