we swam.

With the warmth of a summer.

With the moorish eyed inhabitants of a cold broad.

With a clear water that clouded senses.

limbo.

It's been a while since I felt like I had anything to say. No matter how many people tell you that graduating c

auses some kind of slump in both creativity and general motivation, it still hits you like a punch in the abdomen. It becomes apparent that to successfully survive the process of finishing a degree, you need to be the type of person who goes on to grab hold of what they want, before the stale feeling sets in. I'm not like that, lots of people I know aren't like that, in fact I'm bewilder

ed by people who know what it is they want to be doing with their lives. So with this in mind I think I have to have the confidence to try things, and hope that I find something that will make me (and maybe some other human beings) happy. On the subject of happiness, things are ok. A lack of student loan forced me to move into the spare room at my parent's flat, which sounds shoddy but is made better by the fact it looks like this....

Yesterday I went to see the sea, and some clever trees. Blackberries were picked, jam shall be made. I woke up with a cold, but it could have been the cider.

Last week I wrote a letter to my friend Dan, then I finished a song I've been working on since I got back from the Green Man festival. It's written from the perspective of an old woman who was once the lover of the green man, it's a bit like she's looking out at the beauty of her surroundings and trying to invite him in once again to reminisce about their lives and loves. It sound a bit ridiculous, I think I was just trying to imagine being old and how I'd like

to end my days somewhere beautiful, looking back at the things that matter.