"Imagine a city where graffiti wasn't illegal, a city where everybody drew whatever they liked. Where every street was awash with a million colours and little phrases. Where standing at a bus stop was never boring. A city that felt like a party where everyone was invited, not just the estate agents and barons of big business. Imagine a city like that and stop leaning against the wall - it's wet. “ - Banksy

it was bloody cold.

Sunday, January 22, 2017

I don't think I can do this without getting hurt. A year is a long time to wait. Because that's what it will be: holding and waiting. And for something uncertain, too. And I don't want that part of my life to be on pause. In theory, it doesn't have to be, but in practice it inevitably will be. I will throw myself fully or not at all. 

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