Well here i am, making my first entry into something i never thought i’d do. I guess i thought nobody would ever read this.
Maybe they won’t.
Maybe this is just for me.
In any case I’m sitting here at nine minutes past midnight on the eighth of January, foul year of our lord 2008. Wondering if, anything new will happen this time around. Not in any ordinary sense, like for example if the bin men will start to come on a Thursday rather than a Wednesday. I’m talking about something far more prestigious, will something come around the bend and take me some place special.
Probably not.
One can always hope.
I’ll probably have to go and find it. Which is a great shame since my car is 300 miles away and i fear that if i were to stray more than a few hundred meters away from my cage here at 41, I’ll most probably be raped and pillaged by the hordes of hoi polloi and plebs. I know that makes me sound like a snob, but just you come to this edge of the world and you can find out for yourself that there are lower forms of life than a Prokaryote.
This is starting to sound like some sort of depressed introduction to a suicide note. Far from it. I’m just typing whatever pops into my head at this god forsaken hour being in a slight state of delirium, mostly from lack of sleep. I would sleep, but i can’t. At first i thought i had insomnia but promptly discarded this idea when i realized that i sleep for around 14-16 hours at a time. It’s just i can’t sleep till around 3am . I’ve been told “it’s because of all that coke you drink”. Well, just to set the record straight, it’s fucking Dr pepper.
I realize theres not much talk of photography so far, so maybe I’ll have a dabble…
I haven’t taken a ‘proper’ photograph for months. Mainly due to the fact that by the time i get up, it’s dark again.
Terrible excuse.
Actually it is a little depressing that i haven’t produced anything new for this long. Even the last two additions to the gallery were old photographs reworked. This isn’t to say the ideas aren’t there, right now many scribblings and doodles lay dormant in the back pocket of these jeans. These will come to life very soon, i promise.
My fingers are tired now. And cold. Whats wrong with the damn heating?
Yours frostily.
A.J.W.
P.S. Christmas was pretty great. As was New year.
P.P.S. This has ended like a letter hasn’t it?
pryere, 6 months ago
Snap the fuck out of it, dont dabble, immerse yourself as deep as you can
Nando Machado, 6 months ago
This sounds like the beginning of a Stephen King book, mate. Keep ‘em coming (the introspective diary passages, that is).
Just for the record: whereabout are you?
Alex Worsley, 6 months ago
Blackpool, UK. It isn’t the worst place ever, it’s just in need of some cleaning up. Mostly socially, this could be done with some sort of high caliber machine gun for extra kicks.
Now i sound like a loon. Damn it.
As for being immersed Pryere, i would be if there were some decent surroundings to go out and play with but there isn’t. Maybe I’ll try some set-up images, i have a few macabre ideas floating around for a bit of dark/horror images. I might give them a go, it’s something different i guess.
Nando Machado, 6 months ago
hmm… I suppose Blackpool is a bit gloomy, alright… HOWEVER, you’re just beside Preston, which I really like (although I only stayed there for 4 days). Maybe you should visit it. I might inspire you. There’s even a local bus line between the two cities, if I’m not mistaken.
Melissa Yates, 6 months ago
I loved this. I felt like I was reading a story…
Lys ., 6 months ago
i just happened to glance at your journal and i ended up reading it, and i too have the same problem where i cant fall asleep before 3 am, unless im heavily drugged or unconscious of course. its a curse, but i feel like i am most productive in the late hours of the night while all the sane people are sleeping. they arent so much of a distraction then.