memento mori

inter station muting out

pressurize

Birchills power station, the Black Country, 1982 by David Rostance

Cradley, the Black Country, 1981 #philloach

abstraction of space #carrier

we drank together famously, we drove the ghosts away

Comparative mythology aside, in times of chauvinism and imperialism, I come back to this with a compulsion to watch revisionist Westerns.

The sound of its blast, yeah!

Shining down on me A single memory.

"When I do a concert and people put their hands in the air, they're doing it on their own."

Vladimir: we always find something, eh Didi, to give us the impression we exist? Estragon: yes, yes, we’re magicians.