O, tattered skyline so many miles across Greens, reds and silvers Skellein structures and mismatched colours
[Dated January 2017] The cadence starts in C, but loses all tonal sense seconds later. The instrument it is played on does not exist. It has returned now. I have spent days preparing variations of sheet notation for the piece, and when played back on the piano, they have never even begun to come close to the scales that shift in the distance.
Life Coach is a short film about cults, and power relations/control. It stars Dale Hooley as a man admitting himself into the mysterious Goldfinch Institute to find his missing sister; his assigned life coach (played by Kelly Freemantle) begins his counselling sessions, keeping an eye on his activity the whole time.
[Dated June 2016] I met somebody at work today. There was something about his eyes that rang hollow like the kind of expression I imagine people see me to have. It’s not often that I see that look in people – there’s usually just that standard manufactured glaze that digs really deep inside me, realising how inevitable everything really is.
I was surprised by the weather. I don't know why, it being the vague start of summer and all, but you never know in England. I was sitting in the sun, smoking a rollup, listening to 'Major Leagues' by Pavement (from their final album, 1999's Terror Twilight), and drinking a can of Sprite.
I’ve been walking through black spots and wind Sun-coloured trees, a fear of the beach The water beyond it could drag me down at any moment
Third Cinema purposefully deviated from classical Hollywood stylings; it saw classical Hollywood cinema as “synonymous with spectacle or entertainment: in a word, it was one more consumer good”, and that “[a]t best, films succeeded in bearing witness to the decay of bourgeois values and testifying to social injustice.”
[Dated June 2016] The collar of my shirt is soaked through, and my feet are sweating so much that it feels as if I’m walking through a swamp. The girl behind the counter asks me for ID, and I take out my provisional driving licence.
[Dated October 2015 and July 2016] Drawing near to the end now. I’m ready for it. I think. Been waiting for them to come for me for a while now. It’s a nice room – not too cold, not too warm. Full air conditioning, what a rarity – and it’s quiet for miles around.
The tower block collapses in the distance. A lonely high-rise condemned Just like we have been.