It’s not just a big rock, it’s a hundred different places to be observed, not conquered.
Category Archives: psychogeography
everchanging
dead straight roads, the heart of channel country, alluvial veins of upset earth
opalised waterholes and mint green remnants of rain
stimulation of the strange, subterranean lives run by the new machines
infinite ladders
a lil higher, a lil lower, ahhh that’s the spot ;)
the wood where I carved your name, that five coats of paint couldn’t cover
where kittens are born in the bottom drawer, where our height is measured and marked with charcoal
fears fade away
our bright future
Urban F
urban f 