Just got reminded that the very first flat I rented had this ugly Waterloo-esque red rug covering the whole floor of my bedroom, what’s worse is that the main light source was this massive chandelier on my ceiling
By Waterloo I mean the gay pub on Argyle Street (Glasgow), not the place in London
And by ‘getting reminded’ I mean I just came across this old poem I wrote in ‘24 about that time I walked from Argyle’s tube station trying to get to Saltspace, and it took me like two bloody hours
Saltspace is amazing tho, the exhibit that day was ‘Abject Bodies’ by Ames Truscott (they/them) and Maya El Nahal (they/she).
(These are photos by me, I can’t find the official photos, but you can probably find them on Saltspace’s Instagram page)
















