IN SITU
it’s a grudging admission, but i think i am having trouble keepin’ up with this city.
we might as well be strangers.
BACK
because photoshop’s working after a fortnight of grief! i find myself typing and moving the mouse extremely gingerly now though, for fear that a sudden movement may jolt the petulant programme into another tantrum. here’s the pictorial sundry for the rest of a busy busy april and may.
the view from my hotel room in kl, where i abandoned the saddle of contractual responsibility for an inebriated weekend.
we visited a club which had extremely incongruous chinese acrobatic performances peppering the sets.
indian servers in bowties at a johnnie walker party held within a lovely marquee.
silas turned four on the twenty-first! here he is snoozing as i cut his treacherous nails, choosing the bedframe over the dozens of pillows i piled upon him.
painting at the memories at the old ford factory, but i’ll save the details for another entry soon cuz i gotta get back to work. the hair still looks trés plebeian but the rest of my life is lovely.
PHOTOSHOP SAYS NOOO
one. extremely distraught is an understatement.
two. i have been reduced to an incredulous, gapin’, lost wreck before of the computer screen.
three. the only time this can and will happen is right before a deadline. SOB
it is possible to live a beautiful life.
ALL I WANNA DO
with any luck at all, i might be able to start on these in a week. huzzah!
BURDENED BY DREAMS
from an ubiquitous evening after an ubiquitous workday when i arrived at the bar to stare spellbound at its proximity to the immense structures of the city (excuse me for being a noob but everything in the business district is such an extra bit of beautiful). drinks all around, spoke with a woozy banker, left holding a bottle of brandy but no one spent a cent for noodles on a pavement and playing with a stray at a starbucks hidden in a shady valley. twas a random night out.
SPACED OUT
where has all the time gone? march has silently ushered me into my fourth month of gainful employ without consent nor awareness. time’s inexorable momentum feels almost like a physical force when life marches rhythmically to deadlines and schedules. it is most alarming and so i insist the dramatic ebb of personal time when one moves from a buoyant, almost reckless culture to the mandated rigours of worklife must be cushioned by some sort of detached mindlessness. as i tread the same landscapes repeatedly and as sleep and journeys overlap at the end of days my mind is at large, my heart is not here. wrapping hypothetical pockets of space tightly around myself in defense, i am ridiculously separated from reality.
COLLOQUIAL
drawn to life by walt stanchfield in kinokuniya, which discourse read out in a lovely meandering andante.
