1998.

 Today felt like 1998 and I feel very anxious. This is a shitty sketch I did in five minutes. I had to draw. I feel really odd. I went to the toilet but still have this quite (seemingly to my conscious mind) unfounded twisted nervous feeling inside me. It's intensity is dwindling at the moment. I don't know what it is. I woke up this morning feeling deeply sad and then as the day progressed my mood followed. The photo I drew from was taken in 1998 and the back reads, "98/99 first boyfriend? Jarek" (or Jareh.) Later an atlas of Europe lay at the foot of the stairs. I don't know what's going on.

Only in Dreams

I dreamt yesterday that I was buying a fountain pen. I could not be less interested in the Diamond Jubilee but my dad has gone and hung flags from windows and stuck bunting onto porches. He's part of the organisation of two parties of celebration. I tell you, he put less money and effort into my Birthday and Christmas combined. (Because obviously, when it comes down to it, this is all about me). This illustration is the sea of your mind and I am sailing in it, leaning over the sides and scooping your brilliance, running my fingers through it, dying of the thirst to absorb your quality.