I’ve had the same number of followers and have been following the same number of people for months now. I don’t think I’ve got the hang of this business. 

Just for you, Luke.

Ye Olde Joker

Callus formation really does it for me. 

Went to my Grandma’s (Nan’s) house after college today, for a chat and a cup of tea. As often happens with rendezvous such as that, you leave with a greater sense of understanding that only the aged can bestow upon you. Obviously it is cliché to think that all old people are wise, but some of them honestly are. They may not have a particularly vast knowledge of the arts; of science and associated subjects; of the natural world or any topics that are studied in academic institutions, but in terms of raw life lessons, they cannot be outwitted. There are no lessons that can be taken to attain this knowledge, and there is no way to hasten the process. Wisdom is simply earned through struggle and tribulation and strife and pain and love and glorious commitment to carrying on.

Kanye West - Monster (feat. JAY-Z, Rick Ross, Nicki Minaj & Bon Iver)

The dusk walk from the station was absolutely nothing new. The banks of the traffic river were traversed at the same point every day. The crossings were strategic. One just before the bus stop, just in case. Then, if the bus was not visible, cross again 100 yards down the road, just before the fly-over. The fly-over was a landmark bridge. It was a physical watershed between the wholesome Britishness of the BBC studios, and true Britishness of the residential rot of West London.

Looking down at the worn pair of plimsolls pounding the pavement rhythmically, there was a sudden shelf of darkness. The streetlights were obscured by the concrete upon concrete of the fly-over. It was during this segue that the full colour of the day was desaturated, and the sombre greyscale took the lead.

 On the other side, the eclipse passed, but the light was heavier. It was not as nimble and as exciting as the BBC light. It was sluggish and stodgy and weighed down by the grunts and sighs of the people and cars. The rain was smoky and dirtier on this side.

Meditation is pretentious masturbation.  

Similar function. Sparing compunction.

Do it alone in your room. Assume

The position for auto-inquisition.

Moving/still. Absorbing the thrill

Of interruption. Imminent eruption. 

The art of writing is one of those many things that sounds a lot more romantic than it actually is. Any aspiring writer will tell you that the urge to write sometimes outweighs the need to. Too often I find myself sitting in front of a computer or a pad of paper and wanting to write something, but having no idea what to say. Those times are incredibly frustrating and equally disheartening. Thinking that you have potential and then discovering that you may have nothing to work with is unlike anything else.

Politicians are showing their despair at the protests that continued today by completely ignoring why the protests are taking place, and instead trying to overshadow the message by focusing on the ‘violence’ and ‘acts of criminality’ indulged in by the protesters. Yet another example of them being totally out of touch with the majority of the public, considering literally everyone I have spoken to about this (from my mother to the 50 year old black gentleman I met on the train) has expressed nothing but support for the protesters, and all the methods they are employing to spread their message.