I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)

My Time Capsule.
There are diaries and dresses underneath. Letters from Kitty.
Everything I couldn't bare to keep.

Sketchbook pages from an old project.
I miss it a little, the bullets we shot through books.
Now it's all about shipwrecks and you'll not feel the drowning.

The Imperial War Museum.
I went here for help with my homework, but I couldn't stay for very long. Hurts. All of it hurts.
It's so.. I can't understand, can't comprehend. In part, it's more a graveyard than a real graveyard could ever be.
I wish I didn't have this great need to know about it all. I wouldn't feel so monstrous.
But I am realising that it's a fault of my own; being much more concerned with pasts, than I've ever been with futures.

In other news, I woke up this morning with a huge want to draw Bear Bonaparte (a grizzly bear dressed in Napoleon's clothing).
I shall start before I sleep.

The beautiful penmanship of Ray Johnson and photographs from the 'Gathering of Strangers' exhibition at Haunch of Venison.
Daniele Buetti, Polly Morgan, Jannis Kounellis... tremendous.