so...i guess i have let some anger appear in the warp and woof.
i'll resist apologising for it. it is a resonant theme these days.
tonight was a reminder of why living in east belfast is great.
i carried wine glasses and a chair across the road to meet six friends, some of whom brought bowls, some port, some smiles, some exhaustion, some silence and others butternut squash.
i am reading a graphic novel.
pictures. not porn. (a friend's raised eyebrow signalled the need for a little clarification earlier today.)
it is incredible.
Blankets. by Craig Thompson.
it is about love and magic and working out who the hell you are and snow and god and drawing and family and evangelical fundamentalism and grunge and desire and comfort and longing and loneliness.
so i like it.
g' night.
