There's nothing else to do

This week I did something I rarely do. I went out drinking two nights in a row. Oh wow look at me be the social butterfly. On the one hand I don't have hours to waste thinking. On the other I don't have hours to waste thinking. Anyway so tonight I was sober so I took pictures of things.


I call this one, things found in my jeans. Not pictured is the spare button to the skirt I am not wearing. It's a pretty great skirt though. It's a train ticket (not mine) on which I have scribbled either 3 paces out or space out, I step and smash into traffic. I'm sure it was relevant at the time I wrote it. The other is a paper airplane I demanded be made for some reason. I think I wanted to throw it at somebody. I never remember how to make them. And yes I'm reading Peter Pan. It's one of my all-time favourite books.



This was on a bathroom wall and I had enough wits about me to photograph it. One day I will photograph everything I read in public toilets and make some sort of art book. I call it my Second Year project. I mean what else would I do at uni? Learn? Pffft to that.

Bed now.