It's only now I see that this is a lo-fi space. It's not a curated collection of finished pieces because nothing I'm working on is remotely close to being finished. And I can't curate my thoughts because when I try to do that, it's like putting the plug back in to a swirling whirlpool of water - nothing can leave and everything becomes still. Instead this is a place for everyday moments that together may seem insignificant, but actually they unite to form life. Things that happen. Thoughts. Dreams. Hopes. Goals. Things I've bought, which are very few and far between these days. Things I didn't buy, of which there are many. Things I like and those I don't. The highs, the lows, the things in the middle. It's all real life. And that's what this has to be.
And so here are a few words about my new glasses. My new, extortionately expensive glasses. I don't like to think about how much they cost AND they were half price because they talked me into joining the monthly contact lens scheme. But y'know, gotta invest in your vision. Slightly strange glasses are my favourite. After years of oversized black plastic frames, my aesthetic this time (until my eyes invariably get worse and I need a stronger prescription) is middle aged man meets Harry Potter. Middle aged Harry Potter. And, so far, I'm pretty pleased with my decision.