The tragedy of modern man is not that he knows less and less about the meaning of his own life, but that it bothers him less and less

I have found the ideal photograph for the inside fold of the debut LP that I have blogged on previously.

Yeah, another shot straight into the sun, but I generally only do it at either ends of the day. The thing that I like most about it is that you can make out only a select few shapes and movement from this vantage point. Thus, you are left pretty much unaware of exactly who or what it is that is coming straight at you.

This lack of knowledge would terrify some, but the fact that it is the sunshine and not the moon has a calming effect on me. The explanation is juvenile, as when this happens I generally imagine that it will resemble something out of an ad for Coca Cola from the early 1980s. Thus, in my head it is less likely to be a serial killer, and more likely a curvy brunette wearing a bikini.

Dripping wet.

And smiling.

And thirsty.



Good times.