I , er, tend to stay closer to black, incredible colourist.
Close parallels, hard to find a quiet space today.
Peering through windows, a sizeable adventure…
Convinced I am lost by time, have a habit of disorder…
Which he suffers in love with, even if they do in closed spaces.
I CAN’T CONTROL IT! Stranger things.
Everyone has fallen, through.
Carrying large sheets of glass.