Wednesday, 31 October 2012

Week 169: Surrounding Space.

There are things I've walked past every day for the past seven months that don't seem to attract my attention any more. However, when I first started working in London I noticed them right away. Certain areas that seemed so alien to me, that now have become my own working and living environment. You know when you visit a place for the first time and then after constant exposure to it, it seems completely different to the first time you were there? I get that a lot with places in London. It's sobering and makes me feel as though I have "collected" these places and they are securely lodged in my subconscious. They are memories and they are also photographs.

I enjoy thinking about this but in a way it does make me sad. It makes me feel that I will never have that initial feeling again, it is not new to me anymore and therefore not as exciting. This can be said for a lot of things in life. On the positive side of things, I know it will always be there and I understand it well. I am used to it and I have this mutual understanding with the space. It helps me find my way because it is part of a journey that I know all too well. Consequently this is very comparable to certain people in my life.


There's much of London I have left to explore, I am interested in the pretty places but I'm more obsessed with the gritty, formal and mediocre. It is something that most people don't notice. I search for it.

Song listening to right now: Romeo and Juliet - Dire Straits

Sunday, 28 October 2012

Week 168: Season.

I'll keep this short and sweet. I enjoy this time of year, everything looks amazing whether it is raining or sunny. I am happy with my life, even if a lot has changed. I myself have changed quite a lot, but that doesn't mean I dislike my old self. I am just happy with the new me. Smiling isn't so bad.


Just taken on my way to work. East London is good looking sometimes. 

Song listening to right now: Heat Seeking Ghost of Sex - Dance Gavin Dance

Tuesday, 16 October 2012

Week 167: Mistakes II.

I'm feeling very similar to the week before. I think more people should admit to their mistakes, I find no embarrassment when admitting to mine. Let go of your pride.


"The man who never made a mistake never made anything"

Song listening to right now: Autumn's Monologue - From Autumn to Ashes

Wednesday, 10 October 2012

Week 166: Mistakes.

We've all made them. I've written things in this blog that I would like to take back, I have misjudged people for good and for bad. I'm not making any apology, I am just stating I know I was wrong about these concepts on relationship values. I was right in some ways and I was wrong in others but I won't go through and list them all to you now. Views change, sometimes they change quite frequently and other times they take a little while to transform. I believe that if you have realised that your opinion on a subject is changing than it has already subsequently changed. It is that point of realisation that makes you label it a mistake. Sometimes your view changes because the subject changes, this is different and is not at your fault, there is absolutely nothing you can do about it and is therefore not classed as a mistake.

Anyway, people learn and move on from their anomalies. As human beings we have to learn to iron out the creases to survive. It's in our nature to forget and to act upon, our genes tell us that it is imperative to keep a level head when thinking about the past, so we do not become embarrassed or engulfed with a feeling of self-consciousness. Do you ever get that feeling where you think about your past (possibly something you regret) and you think to yourself "Why the hell did I bother?"? Do you ever get that feeling of self embarrassment that covers you with goose pimples? There is absolutely no need, because it is up there stored in your head for nobody else to peak at... but some people might remember it.


I have a different purpose behind this image, I just think it's aesthetically relevent to my point. This is how I view those memories. They stick out like a sore thumb, they float around in the desolate greyness of my mind and all I am doing is waiting for myself to forget them. I am waiting for those balloons to burst and to cease floating.

Song listening to right now: Good Friends, Bad Habits - Owen