“Apologies for swearing in an opening sentence, but have you seen the shitbastard sky we’ve been having lately? In case you don’t recognise it at first glance, it’s that bruise-coloured ceiling of floating misery that has been remorselessly flinging cold water over everyone and everything in the nation for weeks now. There’s moss growing on the inside of clouds up there. The British summer has long been a work of bleak fiction but this year it morphed into full-blown dystopian satire.”
Charlie Brooker
Clouds <3
More puddles.
07/03/12-Attemted landscape. I’m too tired to be alive right now, let alone good at photography.
29/02/12-Throwing a red box at telephone wires.
