Next Cut Scene

Well it took me twenty hours to readjust to the city, I’m back listening to Blixa on public transit, visiting Asian installations in post-industrial venues and watching Withnail&I on a rooftop cinema, and stuff.

I miss the mud of course, but Withnail&I helps with that.

Problem is, in the next scene it’s going to be 38 degrees Celsius, and photography will account for a yellowing, sickening vapour of Diesel exhaust and passive smoke. Landscape will be of dead crops, my soul bitten by huge mosquitoes.