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I go into a bookshop and spy this beautiful big leather bound book sat upon the shelf. I slowly flip through it, surprised to find it is, in fact blank, not a single word, not even on the cover. I stand and stare at it for a minute as it sits, in my open hand. I somehow feel I have learnt something. As I recover from my initial shock. I take said book to the counter and I ask ” is this a sketchbook” the reply is a flippant “no its a story about life, you have to read between the lines”
I feel slightly profound, so I buy the book.
I take the book to a high overpass, where people are milling about below shopping. I start to tear pages from the large black book and throw them to the crowd shouting “this is your life”.
Most people turn away and avoid the paper. One man picks up a page, and looks confused at the blank page in his hand. He shouts up to me “but there is nothing on it”
I reply “Yes that’s the point”.
I got this in a joblot of stuff, it isn’t vintage so I cannot sell it in my Vintage Shop, but if someone would like it for free you can message me, it will be a first come first served as well I only have the one. http://esmeonplumisland.tumblr.com/ask
My anxiety disorder has been a real bitch the past couple of months, I have found myself doing endless patterns over and over. I don’t find them productive in any way and all I want to be doing is something creative instead. I do have a little film project to do and it will have me singing on it, properly singing without me fucking with it. We just need to get a good take, hopefully this Wednesdays band practice. That at the moment seems to be my only relief from anxiety those guys make me laugh so much, they make all my brain shit disappear. Thats what good friends are!