hey i’ve been thinking about deleting this blog but i’ve decided i’m just gonna let it sit around here for when i feel like posting. when i read back on past posts i go right back into how i felt when i was writing it. i remember the dark skies in leeds and the organic veg stall on every second sunday, the escalator up to the gym and the overpass i walked on every day. keeping up with how much my reality has changed over the past three years is impossible, i think, considering it takes me half a day to remember who i am most of the time. i’ve not written much since being in brighton because its been warmth and its been busy and unreal and . i stop to think . and i am blown away. cannot comprehend my luck but i know that i need to give thanks for it every day. it’s hard to remember what to be thankful for when - i’m lost for words. thinking about everybody that i love, i want to be warm to them, i want to be warmth
our first exhibition opens tomorrow, .
