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old schoolhouse birds, glasgow, mar 2014

Was I bored? No, I wasn’t fuckin’ bored. I’m never bored. That’s the trouble with everybody - you’re all so bored. You’ve had nature explained to you and you’re bored with it, you’ve had the living body explained to you and you’re bored with it, you’ve had the universe explained to you and you’re bored with it, so now you want cheap thrills and, like, plenty of them, and it doesn’t matter how tawdry or vacuous they are as long as it’s new as long as it’s new as long as it flashes and fuckin’ bleeps in forty fuckin’ different colours. So whatever else you can say about me, I’m not fuckin’ bored.

Johnny, Naked, 1993
kelvingrove blossom, instax wide, kelvingrove museum, glasgow, mar 2014

kelvingrove blossom, instax wide, kelvingrove museum, glasgow, mar 2014

Spring was forever, with a west wind blowing

Ovid, Metamorphosis, Book:1.14