Try to forget who you are now.
We hung up solar-powered, dragonfly-shaped lights on the balcony yesterday. There was enough sun in the afternoon that they were glowing after nine pm; it added something to my smoking breaks.
M and I spent the Easter weekend apart; he went down to Medway. I stayed in town. Friday, I took folk around BMAG. There's an architect's model in there of what would be later be called Centenary Square; I think it was post Great War, zodiac signs in between the buildings that were put up and the ones that never made it. Among the latter, there was a planetarium... I have to walk through Centenary to get to the city centre, and the planetarium haunted my thoughts on and off through the weekend. Somebody should put that ghost into words. I think I brought it up with John H on Saturday night; he's the guy I think of for architectural hauntings; but it may fall to me. Just a title: The Lost Sky. fade_2_black joined us that night too; happy birthday, my dearest friend. <3
Monday, I went for a long and good date with a friend. We wandered around the backstreets of Digbeth for a while. There was a bloody plastic triceratops looming over a brick wall. We looked through the gate: there was something headless we couldn't identify. A T. rex that looked pretty pissed off with being left in storage. I have no idea where they came from. I love this city.
Thoughts coalescing for what'll probably be the second Furze tale - it'll be more humorous, less action-based than Other Voices, hopefully my take on the "dark carnival" trope. (This one imprisoned between the covers of a Victorian pop-up book.) Anybody know any good songs about sideshows? I need a working title...
M and I spent the Easter weekend apart; he went down to Medway. I stayed in town. Friday, I took folk around BMAG. There's an architect's model in there of what would be later be called Centenary Square; I think it was post Great War, zodiac signs in between the buildings that were put up and the ones that never made it. Among the latter, there was a planetarium... I have to walk through Centenary to get to the city centre, and the planetarium haunted my thoughts on and off through the weekend. Somebody should put that ghost into words. I think I brought it up with John H on Saturday night; he's the guy I think of for architectural hauntings; but it may fall to me. Just a title: The Lost Sky. fade_2_black joined us that night too; happy birthday, my dearest friend. <3
Monday, I went for a long and good date with a friend. We wandered around the backstreets of Digbeth for a while. There was a bloody plastic triceratops looming over a brick wall. We looked through the gate: there was something headless we couldn't identify. A T. rex that looked pretty pissed off with being left in storage. I have no idea where they came from. I love this city.
Thoughts coalescing for what'll probably be the second Furze tale - it'll be more humorous, less action-based than Other Voices, hopefully my take on the "dark carnival" trope. (This one imprisoned between the covers of a Victorian pop-up book.) Anybody know any good songs about sideshows? I need a working title...