Getting to that familiar space with each other whereby you
might share a car/lifts home etc, I’m sure we don’t know each other that well,
but I see you around.
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Thick and thin layers of filters invade your eyes as you
glide around the stinking metropolis. Buildings, no matter how brightly their
signage should be, are starkly, whitely grey, as if in shock from the
throttling of constant fumes and heat. In this city no one talks if they are
eating, let alone types on a computer. It’s just not the way things are done.
Work somewhere else, but not over food. Talk somewhere else, too. Pretty much
every surface provides maximum stimuli, mirrors, textures, peeling paint,
pattern, neon, tiling; amazing square tiling, pale green and cream cover entire
fifty story high rises, each one has one or two apartments per side, and each
one has a balcony that is teeming over with plants, utensils, toys, images,
white goods, all the things urge themselves over the edges to get out of the
tiny space they crowd into.
The millions of people don’t smile if you catch their eye.
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I'M SCARED OF MYSELF.
PATHOLOGISING CREATIVITY AND INSANITY INFORMED CREATIVITY AS GLAMOROUS. GLAMOUROUS AS DISTANCING FROM THE ACTUAL. BASED ON THE 'NOT NEAR ME', SAFE DISTANCE FOR WONDER AND AWE, SAFE DISTANCE IN TERMS OF OWN SANITY TOO.
REALITY OF INSANITY - NOT GLAMOUROUS.
BUT DRUG TAKING = FULLER LIFE?
ROYAL BETHLEM HOSPITAL SAUF LONDON.
THE SANITY OF TRUE GENIUS 'GEORGE LAMB'.
PERFORM BEING MAD AS WELL AS BEING MAD.
WISH I WAS INSANE RATHER THAN SELF AWARE.
R.D LAING - THE TRUE SANITY WITHIN US WILL ALLOW THE MADNESS TO EMERGE.
THE SICK SOCIETY DRIVES THE ARTIST MAD.
REGRESS TOWARDS A TRUE SANITY.
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