Welcome to the last year of this textual/visual diary. Exploring words, spaces and aesthetics. 

Beginning middle end.

Beginning middle end.

Sometimes we don't learn from our mistakes. 
Sometimes we've no choice but to walk away.


Beginnings are just fragmented continuations, aren't they?  Fresh start, they say. But life is full of fresh starts isn't it? At the start of a minute, day, week, month, year, heck! Even a second. So where does one start and the other end? 

 The Script / The End Where I Begin

Happier Things?

Happier Things?

Hey, Little Dreamer

Hey, Little Dreamer