Rereading cats eye and relistening to panic at the disco. Panic is so quirky.
It’s like obesity and speed, it’s like this kid.
If you're reading this can you please listen to Northern Downpour as you do. Please. I won't know if you do but it'll make a difference.
Here are some of my favourite parts, which I think I’ll quote and use in my artwork:
‘two women with nebulous personalities and cloudy hair...they wandered through fields and gazed inscrutably’
‘where would I have been without unfairness?’
‘they walk in the dark, along the edges of high cliffs, humming to themselves, thinking themselves invulnerable;
‘high class Regency bordello’
‘I think, we did that just in time. It was almost too late’
