pee on the floor..
bristol baby moved to denmark and is www.maddendie.tumblr.com
dont pee on the floor.
Sunday, 19 September 2010
Sunday, 1 August 2010
blog #29
life is like a sunday morning
it's slow and the air is heavy. weary walking up hills. and you want to photograph everything. on ordinary streets the ordinary becomes interesting. water, soapy and dirty, comes running out onto the pavement from behind the door of the pub garden and you want to film it because it's beautiful.
the dog doesn't understand.
i don't understand what this state is. i feel like im mourning a part of myself that i cant identify.
so you take the dog home so he doesn't have to be alone in his house, and instead he sits on the floor, head between paws and watches the door.
you bore him so he walks away and watches the bathroom instead.
you can hear the noises of other people living and bathing and working.
but you're barely alive.
it's slow and the air is heavy. weary walking up hills. and you want to photograph everything. on ordinary streets the ordinary becomes interesting. water, soapy and dirty, comes running out onto the pavement from behind the door of the pub garden and you want to film it because it's beautiful.
the dog doesn't understand.
i don't understand what this state is. i feel like im mourning a part of myself that i cant identify.
so you take the dog home so he doesn't have to be alone in his house, and instead he sits on the floor, head between paws and watches the door.
you bore him so he walks away and watches the bathroom instead.
you can hear the noises of other people living and bathing and working.
but you're barely alive.
Wednesday, 28 July 2010
Monday, 12 July 2010
blog #26
im sat here with a sleeping amy next to me. she had a pan of boiling hot oil explode in her face last night and is burnt and paining and i dont want to wake her up. she is half sleeping on a sheet that i sleep in - its too warm for a duvet so we're using that as a pillow.. so ive been knocking about the internet for a long time but i think i should move now and go to sleep too. laundry day tomorrow..
:)
:)
Sunday, 20 June 2010
blog #25
Wednesday, 16 June 2010
blog #24
"Imagine a ruin so strange it must never have happened. First, picture the forest. I want you to be its conscience, the eyes in the trees. The trees are columns of slick, brindled bark like muscular animals overgrown beyond all reason. Every space is filled with life: delicate, poisonous frogs war-painted like skeletons, clutched in copulation, secreting their precious eggs onto dripping leaves. Vines strangling their own kin in the everlasting wrestle for sunlight. The breathing of monkeys. A glide of snake belly on branch. A single-file army of ants biting a mammoth tree into uniform grains and hauling it down into the dark for their ravenous queen. And, in reply, a choir of seedlings arching their necks out of rotted tree stumps, sucking life out of death. This forest eats itself and lives forever. "
The Poisonwood Bible - Barbara Kingsolver
The only part that captured me
The Poisonwood Bible - Barbara Kingsolver
The only part that captured me
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