When I was a kid I’d get so excited about Christmas that I’d start to feel a little pleasantly sick. I’d try to recreate the feeling all sorts of ways and got really close once when I lay stomach first on the swing in my backgarden then swung back and forth for half an hour. However, that feeling soon graduated to legitimate sickness and I puked on a tree.
They tell me that I only get the one shot at this you know, and if that’s accurate us perpetually teenage twenty somethings really need to get going with whatever we are supposed to be doing. Up until resently I was conviced that none of this was my fault, resession and over education had blighted my generation, cursing us all to lifetimes of ill fitting customer service jobs. But I was being narrow minded, blinkering myself out of fear of the big bad world were work doesn’t have to mean nine to five, one day I can be brave and create work for myself. I wish the optimism of my very young childhood could flood back to me and I could hold onto it. I’ve spent my entire sentient life trying to grow up and now all I want is to truely believe that I could be an astronaut.
Been playing to much GTA 5 and now this song is stuck in my head. Perfect soundtrack for insomnia. Yes Bob it IS strange how the night moves.
Just discovered Wormwood and am loving it. Especially Ben Templesmith’s artwork. Awesome read it.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unwavering intellect.
W.B. Yeats, Sailing to Byzantium.
That is of course unless you read my blog while I am unable to sleep then I shall draw your attention away from youthful pursuits with poetry. Lucky you.
My flatmate just knitted me this, it is my new favourite possession. Jealous? Yeah you’re jealous.
It’s okay Norman we all go a little mad sometimes.