Dylan Moran on adulthood
All I dreamt about last night was taking different kinds of drugs.
I think we were hitting the shrooms just before I woke up.
I have a tank full of petrol
and an aching head,
I’ll look for peace
and only find another stranger’s bed.
A heart’s a weary companion
when you’re travelling by yourself,
but it’s still better company
than insincere compliments,
sentiments never felt.
I worry that I don’t know what to feel
but I’m sure that’s knowledge I will earn,
I like it, that I know so little,
there is so much to learn.
I’m still just blank pages
there are so many things I have yet to discover,
new experiences to paint in the spaces
until this book is filled from cover to cover.
I don’t think I’ll ever
have myself figured out
and I don’t really mind,
I’m happy to wander and ponder and look, without searching,
I’ll be content with whatever I find.
It’s camping season.
Photographer Diggie Vitt plays with visual improbabilities in his growing collection of surreal photography and self-portraits.
I’m so exhausted.
I should probably work less.
But work means money and money means saving and saving means time off at the end of the year to go on my own little adventure.
And I would rather that than have an extra day off during the week.
I am drunk enough to simultaneously feel weightless
And as though gravity has increased tenfold,
To feel like I am walking on air
But to be aware of how loud each of my footsteps actually are,
To lie in bed and imagine my head is lulling and the room is spinning and I am floating
Yet the prospect of lifting one of my limbs seems like an impossible feat.
I am drunk enough to feel gleefully out of touch
But also unbearably sad.
I am sober enough to know
It is time I sleep.
Yes, and I will be. I will be watching my nephew experience his first birthday.
My hobbies include:
baking, reading, driving to the beach when it rains, and falling asleep while masturbating.