Beanbags

Beanbags take a surprising amount of beans.

I could draw a lovely analogy about life and beans and something about bags but I really can't be bothered.

Sleep is overrated.

I must.

Music

Recently added:

Morning Musume (J-pop; i have no excuse)
Radiohead; The Bends
The Rapture; Echos
Sting; Fields of Gold
The Hush Sound; Goodbye Blues
Hercules and Love Affair: self-titled
Doves; The Last Broadcast
Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist; OST
Girl Talk; Night Ripper
Conor Oberst & The Mystic Valley Band; Outer South
Panda Bear; Person Pitch
Blue King Brown; Stand Up
Animal Collective; Strawberry Jam
Scandal; Yah! Yah! Yah! Hello Scandal!
Fleet Foxes; self-titled
Fleet Foxes; Fleet Foxes EP
Lupe Fiasco; The Cool
No Age; Nouns
Umphrey's McGee; Mantis
Vivian Girls; self titled
Yeah Yeah Yeahs; It's Blitz
Lykke Li: Youth Novel
The Grates; Teeth Lost, Hearts Won

Sleep

"You look tired" she said with a tone that suggested a deep concern, "what's wrong?"
"No nothing, just the usual lack of sleep, you know how it is" I replied, trying to brush it off.
"No seriously, what's wrong?"
I couldn't tell her.

How can I tell her that I spent the last 2 hours online listening to youtube recordings of Ryuichi Sakamoto's beautiful musical scores while reading wiki articles about Thundercats and Dinoriders and how even though Dinoriders lasted 8 short episodes, it was revolutionary for its time and it is hopefully getting remade into a CGI blockbuster in eastern europe.

How?

It's impossible. Best to pretend I'm just scared of living.

Great Expectations

We start at a bookshop.

Its the standard bookshop that you find in any part of the world. There are books, of course, fiction titles nestled alongside biographies and travel books to far away lands.

And amongst the books, he stands.

Paul liked to read books, they took him places that he would never get to go.

Unless his time machine started to work.

19th century london he went.