My first pattern!!!
made with kids coloring pens!! I just slowly tried to fill the space with random things, drown first with only a black pen, I only had one chance which made every item simplistic and different. I had lots of fun. It stopped there alhtough I could have filled the page, but when it reached that staged it clicked for me. Something was perfectly balanced.
Every year he’ll bring back a name, a pain. And if he doesn’t he’ll make sure to create a new one to bring back some other year. It never ends. And with time the mouths of hatred get hungrier and hungrier and there is very little left of me.
Every year I come back to Reunion Island. Sometimes its been on holidays, sometimes because I had no other choice. like this year. Whenever I go back, I know a page of my life gets turned, I see it. This is where I can literally see the time that has gone by while I was trying to figure out my life in the land of possibilities. My mum has again a few more lines on her smile. My dog is now almost blind and can’t hear a thing. More houses have been built in my neighborhood. The children of my street now hang in my pub.
It is that time again when I need to take major decision, while i’m crapping my pants terrified by the changes that are coming. I am sad because of the many good byes, with no guaranties; I am sad because of the hellos, which are guaranteed to become good byes themselves. The excitement of novelty does not compensate for that pain, that blues.
And this year again mainstream music has found my apreciation. Lana Del Rey, somehow for the past two years, whenever you released a new song it hit my heart like a gunshot. Your timing is incredible. I got that summer sadness and it’s blue.