|take this pink ribbon off my eyes
||[Jun. 29th, 2005|10:37 pm]
|||||the sound of my mother sipping wine and watching Big Brother||]|
I work in a typical suburban shopping centre. When you walk through its doors, you step into an air conditioned vacuum…. the cold shiny marble and the angular surfaces are inhuman. Despite all the careful architectural planning to make Bluewater a stylish shopping destination, it is nevertheless artificial. There are people there too. But the place is devoid of empathy. If I used the place as it was meant to be used, as a shopping destination that I could go to every so often, then it would be fun. But as it is, it’s claustrophobic. Like, it’s been really hot weather lately, but Bluewater is like a separate bubble, a whole new world, if you will. That’s why I love to be able to come here in my lunchbreak, and sit on GRASS and actually feel sunlight on your face, and just listen to my music and escape for an hour.
I just think its really nice. I know its all ‘landscaped’ and shit, but I love it. Maybe its just a reaction to the plastic surroundings that im in all day. Because I never used to be like that before. I thrived on the city, on the glamour.
It’s fun, but it has an expiry date.
Maybe im just a country boy at heart. Im really looking foreward to going to the beach at bennicassim though. Obviously im looking forward to the festival in every possible way, but I haven’t felt hot sand between my toes for so long, and I miss it.
But then I always have these romantic visions of how things are going to turn out. They never quite work.