Could I have imagined anything like
the sight of my father holding my
boy’s hand, walking down the passage
and into the front room, to see a child
of mine in a coffin? Or the sight of you
and me sitting in the middle of the same
room, as this new baby shuffles her way
along the sofa’s edge?
APHEX TWIN - Avril 14th
So damn peaceful, thanks ‘Her’.
ERIC CLAPTON - Promises
Today, 4 years ago I started this blog as a reflective dumping space as I began a 6-month life in Rouen, France. 9 moves later, I’m now in Brighton and it seems to have slowly morphed into my very own favourite book with all of the inspiration a Sophie could ever need. Tumblr really is most excellent.
Regardless, all the clarity I had those 4 years ago has dissipated resulting in a rather blank point just now. I’m feeling rather disenchanted with architecture en ce moment, or specifically, the people I’m surrounded by who just enjoy the sound of their own voice repeating ‘I’m an architect.’ in addition to their own apparent lack of interest/attendance, I’m finding it incredibly hard to stay engaged which is something I thought impossible. This combined with having just fully closed the door on the gent (whom I coincidentally met 2 years ago today too) along with my own mental state I’m now a bit stuck as to how to distract myself from these rather big realisations. So, like, um, what now.
I fully believe in one door closing and another opening, feels like I need to work that bit harder to shove the next few open maybe. In the meantime I will be a fucking excellent bartender. I rather enjoy it.