Espana

Holy Hesus am I too tired to write anything of note here. Spain was a good break. There was sun and some fun things happened. I saw Picasso paintings until I wanted to vomit because my head was throbbing. The cities were alive with hooded figures bearing gold crosses. I have some photos of this and that. A lot out of car windows. Drive by photography is underrated as a genre argueably. Came up with an idea for a binocular single lens reflex adaptor involving some kind of triangular prism while sunbathing. May have been slightly sunstruck plus brain in shock due to swimming in surprisingly intemperate water. It is 3:09. I should listen to that Laura Marling song that always makes me think I should go to sleep.
I have photos. They will be distributed on flickr and facebook. This is my part in the spectacle. I was reading Guy DeBord by the pool. I currently hate myself to a larger degree than is appropriate for a 25 year old. I need to learn a more selfish pragmatism.
How do you go to bed again? Why on earth would I write this to nobody? I should go back to keeping a diary. If you stumble on this pointless page and have something to say write to me. I'd appreciate it.
Got a new jumper today. It fits well and I feel happy in it. Maybe it will be sunny here tomorrow. I was so tempted to get on a 35minute ferry to Tanger and just head south through Africa. Instead I continue along this arbitrary path that has been set by a mixture of ill-informed decisions, happenstance and calamity.
Optimism level is about a 6.8
If I continue writing it will be fractured words. Not sentences. Bold. Effervesence. Weedkiller. Funfair. Rabies. Enough.