Wise and aware
that’s the trouble with the world, its not original, no surprises up its sleeve, it repeats itself like some old auntie with dementia
The lives of objects- if you had any idea how far they travel
No truthful answers without cold questions. And no knowledge without truth
Moments of silence and contemplation
More truthful to feel the pain?
The moral pitch is too high for human ears
When I go downstairs I write down – tea but I want coffee- which is true – but I’ll make a note as I think it’s also an album
Bill Murray is playing at the sage
Socks as a statement
My life is a hashtag 