OK, a recap of events. Last Friday I was on the train and after glancing out of the window I saw an abandoned train some distance away on what looked like disused tracks. I made a note to go back and snap it and today I did. four carriages long and it looked like it had been there a while. All the windows were either broken or completely empty of glass. Lots of rust everywhere, pealing paint and even some moss on the mechanics at one point. So I snap the exterior while also looking for a way inside. One open door later and I was inside. It was well worth the expedition. So many interesting parts of the train to snap. I've already poste

Once upon a time I could live with my own company. I did not care about isolation and found being on my own preferable to being in the company of others. Those days changed when I first made friends. As I learned to trust and rely on others. Too much it seems because now the skills that carried me through the first few years of my school life are all but gone. I no longer cope well when left alone. To have friends, people to talk to, have fun with, distractions from the mundane aspects of life and, most importantly, kind words to help when dark moods take me, are things I can no longer envision myself without. These last few days I've be

So what to say. I'm focusing on my editing. On manuscript 4 of 5 now and I've set a deadline to get them finished by September. No new ideas on the art front. No real places in the local area to explore anymore. Well there may be one, but it's almost impossible to get into. The door is blocked by very heavy wooden pallets that would usually need equipment to move. But I think I can get them shifted given time and effort. And less witnesses than the last time i was there ;D Also I'm waiting for the weather to pick up. Places can be grim enough without rain and damp soaking through everything. But for now I'm working on my editing. I really