Journal: Tulips / The Tate
Room 2 - The following is a test to see how a journal format will work on here! "I do not care at all for men, but London - it is Life!" - Katherine Mansfield 3pm I'm lying face down in a park in the middle of Shoreditch; my aching belly pressed into the hot earth, watching the trains go by. No wall on any street here is untouched - this pretty spray paint patchwork. I'm making peace with the idea that this could be the best moment of my life. I'm making peace with the idea that every moment could be the best moment of my life. I have some cheap red roses by my side and sun on my back. Heat rises from the ground like like its the hot breath from an upwards-looking face, leagues below me. Earlier, after I accompanied Room 4 for her belly button piercing (her eyes scampered up and down the the ceiling when the needle went through - I watched her disembodied for a second, but she said it didn't hurt) and we had coffee at a place with flowers on the table, w...
