A diary through the skewed meat grinder of the mind…
Awaken in the morning by the sounds of hammering a block away / 7.30am / it sounded like a brass bell padded by council flat brick walls — squeezed in a sliver of sleep / late night restlessness listening to the pulsing sounds coming out of the speakers at the end of the bed — synth bombs out of close field speakers / wicked mix of world cocktails in the afternoon / band-aid bus rides through sludge padded estuaries / south american films with italian subtitles — eagles swooping out of Aztec ruins / cross fade to a slo-mo shot of a ritualistic golden blond man releasing cold-eyed eagles into the shining blue sky — legs hidden in ragged grass watching clouds churn over the heart of London / crooked trees dodging neon kites — loud elastic voices in clubs / patrons sneaking quick smoke breaks on active street corners / small stage choreography — six degrees of separation as the world gets infinitely smaller — turn of the century girls climbing supernatural rocks in hazy days when mechanical clocks stop ticking / backs turned and disappearing / unsolved mysteries in places with no humans at night
