So many things to say... eeeverytime, just read folks.
I am not sure if we are conscious of all the stuff happening to oneself. I am not sure if we are conscious of all the stuff happening to all the people surrounding us. I am not sure if we are conscious of all the stuff happening to all the people, human beings, who exist in every single possible way either. I am not sure if we even stop to think about it. Maybe ‘cause we ain’t got ‘time’, ain’t we? Usually, I would start an argument about what time is or if it is ‘real’ but that is for moment discussion.
So people usually ain’t even conscious of what’s happening to them. Well, I am, and I am too much.
Two days ago, one of my best friends sent me the blog of a Bulgarian fashion magazine in which an article with the youngest daughter of Mick Jagger, Georgia May, which featured photographs of her in several places around London (where I live right now). Few of them were in front of Abbey Records on Abbey Road (place where the cover photo of the same called album was taken).
It would be all good, natural and meaningless if she wasn’t posing with the art me and two of my best friends did on the wall.
In October, cold October, we froze to death while painting a massive sun with a bluey wave below it on which we wrote ‘here comes the sun’. Below that, we made a huge peace sign, next to which I draw my psychedelic tree. On top, we touched the wall with our hands to sign the piece of art, because writing your name is quite pointless when that’s what everybody else does. On the right part of the wall, Plevel made her hippie peace tree.
I wrote ‘life goes on within you and without you’ along the rest of the wall and my friends did more or less with other little phrases.
The thing is, if a Jagger ass has touched the wall I’ve touched, does this mean I’ve touched a Jagger ass? Haha. Stupid question. It doesn’t, but it makes me excited the fact that my art and my friends’ is in a magazine and a Jagger is standing next to it.
Luckily, lomography people have taken pictures of it!
ON THE OTHER HAND OF IT ALL.
I am another subject being shared by people in different ways, just like everyday experiences. Too much sometimes. That is why, in my hectic life, today’s been a day in which Black Lips have been the main sound in my ears. I felt exactly like ’you’re dumb’.
Good night, day, some moment of your life.