Oh Brother.

Skate boarding in the haze of yellow street light, down the longest hill in Bristol. The Devonshire hotel with its less than satisfactory credentials. A large angry wasp crawled from the curtain fold. The menacing man who became more elderly as the minutes passed by....

A Man Could Lose Himself…

I went to 10nD0n to get lost, to vanish into the millions and silently weave my way through the bustle of the shifting streets. Towering buildings of self-arranging architecture boasted their majesty to the sky, which in turn only served to make my presence even more...

Assassin.

Was I in Disturbia? I plodded through dimly lit corridors that all seemed to connect to some giant Goth nightclub. The whole building mumbled ‘I’m a converted factory’. It wasn’t a feeling that I’d arrived there by choice or the small matter of my remaining there. All...

Flying Paint.

I once spent a brief period of time living in a house calledThe Reading Rooms in the picturesque Norfolk village of Brooke. I was there for two years living with my Father and his then ‘wife to be’. The Reading Rooms are haunted by a reasonably harmless phantom that...

The Carnival Is Over

A couple of days ago I was conducting photographic experiments in the sublimely drifting city of Norwichsmouth. My timing couldn’t have been better! There seemed to be a citywide carnival with visitors from every sphere, spilling into and colourfully tainting every...

Transient Details and The Price of Chickens.

I experienced another shift a few hours ago. For every light there is a shadow, going left will always imply the option to go right, for every three dimensionally solid sentient entity there is a multi dimensional soft inverted consciousness. This is how I view...
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