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we drove up into fire country to see the damage but instead became lost in a giant cloud, the gums moved like pale ghosts.

post berghainpat building

Post-Berghain night walks home as the sky blurs into day.

Lately I can feel my brain lulling back into a comatose as I grapple with uni and new work loads. I hate it lol. But also feeling like baby lil again one million ideas whirring in my head until I can’t hear anything outside of myself.

Realising i’m the only one in control of my own optimism, learning to discard the negativity of others and in myself as i begin working on new projects.