UK, here I am

it all starts in a windy noon.

this is a very peculiar place. I like it.

looking for houses.

all day long.

64 emails sent.

3 cups drunk.

and the sun went down.

 

 

a new house is all the ways an extreme pleasure.

even if it's not mine, actually.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the city early in the morning looks asleep

drunk men are going through their final stumble

all sundays
end in great ways.
back and forth
thru the streets of Notts

chill
windy gusts
sun
and drizzle

and bricks
musk
black paint