Storey Art.
Of Course I Like You.
19/5/22
Of Course I Like You.
Can I reach the surface? We're transforming the racecourse. ‘I’m so sick of singing, there was an underused community aspect.’ There was bones thrown out to the state. People bit the hand that feeds.
“We are the fools in love.”
‘That’s the place to go…’
There was a disruption for, other days. Most reliable railway we can say. “We were checking our apps.” “If it's god we trust then it's a railway.” There was a man who blessed this.
“Rid me of the tragedy.” somebody yelled.
I couldn’t help. We all long for better. It was all temporary for the times. I gave away my heart. I heard “Rid me of the tragedy” and I thought how can I help.
I started to find myself in these darkened days. I had an idea to put my savings aside, maybe get a beer. “How did I get myself into these days.” I’d like to know how the Power Up will be paid off. Reduced all the way.
I had a pizza, and I thought i’ll say hi, “What you up to mum?”, “Not much, what about you?”, “Nothing man.” “Here have you heard about that railway being built?” “Nah I haven't son, I think it’ll fail us.”
“I’ve got my heart in a cage.”
These pillows are comfy, “Habitat rocks.” I’m not even gonna care about the blood on the walls. I need a wipe for the light switch though.
“Here i'm grieving.”
I’m still learning about life. I have all the things that I need, All the charities are there for me to use. I feel like I cant help, you only come through the door. That’s how I know. It’s all solidarity. Until meaning is formed.
“It’s all in my mind”
I wonder about the bus station. I think it could help.
“Well I came home like a stone.”
I’m finding something more.
Arran Storey.
Digital Photograph.
Dimensions.
4096 x 2730
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