it always feels strange handing a project in, and i always end up sittin around with nothing much to do, kicking my heels. i become far too attatched to my sketchpads.

this project better not get lost.

i feel like ive learnt alot.

if you could ask someone one question, and they were to tell the truth.

what would that question be?

if you had to tell the truth about something to one person.

what would that truth be?

wank wank wank.

i like manchester.

enthusiastic.

anchor.

there are many things that are falling into place just fine.

there are few things that will never fall into place. 

&that's just fine.

sometimes i lie. 

6595.

leatherbound. ette.

prompt.

diaries/instructions/bookfair.

overlooked.

i never noticed, but thats the whole point. overlooked objects. 

there's just something isolating, yet peaceful about them.

screenprint.

how do people feel when theyre not in control?

are they even aware that they have lost control?

lacking.

steel.

sometimes i just dont know what to say, and i often type and delete.

this fascinates me. not my indecision. duh. 

fragility.
- physical -
- emotional -

vulnerability.

why do we only admit to ourselves?

trace/skin

we are very much like eggshells. in my opinion.

skin/trace

find a surface. create a surface. 

biotic.

sometimes i step over my line of tolerance. 

mist.

cold air. 

winter sun.