Friday, after the Penguin interview, I went for a walk along the SouthBank to the Kusama exhibition (hence that entry) and then lunch with Mum and Dad.
I also went for a run over the weekend. I borrowed Dad's watch-that-tells-speed/distance-not-time and didn't listen to music. I let my thoughts take me running naturally and came up with the following realisation: guilt slows me down. Invariably. Let's not ask a genius to tell us what this means.
Saturday after "work"- Free gig + secret forest rave! On to a winner. The bands: Will and the People and Duncan Disorderly & the Scallywags, were really good. I actually danced (in my awkward-limbed way.) And the forest party was pretty magic. The trees were hung with lights- or maybe the lights were projected onto the trees? They were like tiny dancing fairies. It was a night of little bits of oddness. I got a bit twinkle-headed, danced, discovered that the twigs and branches of trees were like networks of veins in a huge, domed, protective organism. And I usually hate trees. Someone and I kissed. Under the breathing dome. Then it was light, my feet were cold and we all went home.
I made myself a promise (an unravelling/ a re-stitching). I have made the same one a million times.
On Sunday we went back to A's for after-party chill. I broke the promise I wish that I would keep from today.
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