our clothes began as polygons shapes enclosed and flat we filled them in and woke them up and watched the lines adapt
i went north to barricade myself inside a writing/cover art making trance. mostly i just became slovenly.
he would evaporate in the early hours and reappear when the day was ready to kick back for the night shift.
we'd fling our limbs at the beach then pile back into the car as the dark became imposing. he loves to point
out a neap moon and i love to lunge at the waterline and dart away as it tries to lunge back. it seems like
mutual bullying but me and the water, we both know we're just kidding around.
x chelsea jade the north, september 2013, canon ae1, film
i've at last named my november e.p release 'portals' out of a current curiosity with the concept. it's kind of an
apt way to describe a cluster of songs built amidst the height of the content's potency. then inviting other
people to the brink of the portal, hoping there's buoyancy enough to transport them through in some way.
also, i'm currently stealing wifi from the business upstairs which is dormant on the weekends. it's a partial
retaliation for the loud walking they love to torture me with most weeknights. yeah, suck it.