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NY missives #? what a day. the sunshine was beaut and my cheeks are a little rosy, despite lashings of factor 50. We did some heavy duty t...

I have to find a way to photograph this city on my phone. It’s not a clean and clear thing, it’s a feeling, a muddy poetry of grasped symbol...

I yearn. It is most discomfiting. But still, exquisite. I think of you relentlessly, the clipped manner of your speech, those odd sounds you...

I went to pick up a coat stand. A nice 60s one, teak or somesuch. It looks ace, and super functional, which it is - and my favourite fleecy ...

aching with the desire to really be somebody tonight. It comes over me in terrible drowning waves. The heavy turbulent sort, or like a misju...

grand old townhouses, an abandoned project of Victorian seaside developers to turn Hayling into a mecca for rich socialites, with a racecour...

my tongue is stuck to the roof of my mouth. someone is stroking my head. morning morning morning ok ok. I have to go to work fuck can you, u...