This morning I woke up after having a very strange dream about being on holiday in America and taking a day trip to Australia, and realised there was a chip in the paint on my wall that I hadn't noticed before. I'm sure it was in a different place yesterday.
It's been a while I know. But not much has been happening. I've been here and there, Sheffield and France, Oxford next weekend. Plenty of winter blues. Waiting for spring to properly arrive. Because somehow spring always has a certain promise about it, like suddenly it will bring lots of stuff that you couldn't do when it was winter.
The snowdrops are growing, so it must be coming pretty soon.
My room is filled with stacks of books. One day I will have a room that has walls lined with CDs and books. I decided I'd quite like to do a masters in Asian art. I was kind of disappointed to find that the Courtauld Institute only do European/American art. Bla. I don't even know when I'd do a masters anyway.
I need to do some work. I'll try to keep up.
bai.x.
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