It is a bit like being stuck in a different dimension but a bit more the same. Firstly as I went to get on the bus a certain lumpy-dumpy-black-cloud-Norwich-Evening-News-writer-who-is-about-as-informed-as-tapir-on-geothermal-technology-Costessey-graduate-sitting-in-bed-eating-pizza-eater-and-whos-opions-are-lame-at-best got off the bus. It was odd to see her in the puffy tired looking flesh. It is sad when news print is flattering – especially on Mondays when the ink turns your hands green. It made me think why the hell can’t I write at the Evening News? So I’m going to look into it.
The next delve into the same dimension was as I was working out in the Sportspark; Anglia news came on, it was a special about people working out at the Sportspark. They were talking to people who where in the exact room I was in just then. It was a bit odd to say the least. They were talking to an old woman at the chest press but there was currently a young guy there. I know a lot of these entries are me coming to terms with representations of known space or entities in different forms and medias, I mean I’m still slightly baffled by my images appearing in paint, but still its all a little odd like… be stuck in the same dimention!
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