Mornings and Evenings.

Storey Art.

Mornings and Evenings.

4/5/22

Mornings and Evenings.

It’s not so bad. I’ve seen your insides out. I wanna be heard. Figure it out. Letters home. Stamped. “We're off”, they claimed. “I know they won’t come back.” “He’s out on the town trying to find trouble.”

New things are opening up in the area. She asked for a smoke along the High Street. I asked how she’s been “it's been worse before and it’ll be worse again.” I asked if you ever wanna talk then just say. I think she felt a little bit like sticks and stones.

They knew they were gonna die in the town they were born in. He was on the phone… “Everything happens for a reason” He said. “Stay there and scream.”

If you're not up for a fight then just say. I’ll be swinging. When a man's knowledge is infinite. The cycle of fear goes around forever.

That was a walk, as I glanced. I put on my favourite song. Tane a minute to breathe. And I thought to conquer. I thought of the drenched day. And I got my homelike cup of tea. I phoned EE and got on with my bills. “Do you wanna buy a property?” “Or try that meditation place.”

Wake me up when it stops raining.

Let me find.

Make it clear what I need.

The footage was on CCTV.

Lost and 0.

It’s all collision. The findings you give me in this red squidgy mop and scent. I’m thinking of my future, as I tread the thought of surroundings. I see the cleanliness of pure wood.

Make the reality happen.

Arran Storey.

Digital Photograph.

Dimensions.

4096 x 2730