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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...

The Negro Inside.

Sometimes I find myself in situations where I've no idea how they began; for example, yesterday I was in a flat that was my place of residence even though I had no recollection of having ever moved in. The interior was mildly decaying with cracks in the walls & a...

Telescopic Frequencies.

Last night I visited Brislington, my old flat to be precise. Upon my arrival into my former abode, I realised that I'd inherited a most peculiar tripod mounted telescope! The instrument was of unknown origin and struck me as counter-logical as I'd noted that the...

Alive 2005

2005 saw the continuing ascension from the pit of my emotions and turmoil that had tainted the majority of my time living on the Isle of Bristol. Adventures with Purple Girl provided a grand new perspective and this was the soundtrack for that era. Alive from...

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