Ended up at a bizarre free party on the beach last night, surrounded by masses of people dancing and illegally being served drinks in a derelict building. Lay on the nudist beach (fully clothed, I might add) with two amazing girl friends, watching the sun rise over the sea. Arrived home at about 7am, fell asleep in bed with Camilla, woke up, dashed off to work (I think I was still drunk when I arrived there). Exhaustion. Life just gets weirder with every passing day.
J lives by the sea and I perch myself on the window ledge, the sun radiating through the glass and warming my face. I watch the rhythm of the sea – constant and hypnotic, caressing the shoreline. I imagine lying on the seabed, holding my breath so deeply. Closing my eyes I feel the current of the dark, icy water rush over me, until I give in to nature’s eviction, floating to the surface to re-fuel with oxygen. Back on the ledge I look downwards at the dramatic fall, clutching onto the window, fearful of plummeting to my demise. Months ago I may have even entertained the idea.
My feet throb and my throat is coarse as if I am breathing sandpaper. My heart is mildly burnt (a well done steak) and my mind melts every time my mouth moves. I watch my fingers crackle as they flex and my eyes weigh on me, heavy with love’s confusion.
With hope, I turn back to the sea, the rhythm and hypnotism, to guide me back to the place I call home.
The accident
The last two weeks have been a little crazy after moving house and all, and this really didn’t help. We were having a party in my house and I was a little drunk (amongst other things). Obviously I thought I could fly, thought I was Jackie Chan, and decided to throw myself over the banisters. I cannot remember much. My front tooth came out in one piece, my other tooth went through my lip, and I gashed my chin open. Lucky I didn’t break my neck I suppose. Spent two hours in A&E with Rowena, who was an absolute diamond and is one of the most amazing people I have ever met. Anyway…
After some hardcore healing, I look much better now..
I’ll update properly, I swear. I have lots of images to post.
I’m moving house today. The new house doesn’t have internet or a phone line, so I won’t be able to update for a while (unless I use the library or from Brighton Boy’s). It’s all very exciting because I’ve never moved into a proper house before, but at the same time I’m frightfully aware of how adult my whole life is becoming.
I’ll be back in… I have no idea. Ciao!
Agh. I haven’t had much time to update in the written format, despite lots happening and me wanting to arrange things in a tangible manner.
There’s something about Scandinavian girls that just cracks me up. Last night I met up with the ladies after going to the Amy Winehouse gig (alone! Photos to follow in due course) where we giggled much, danced crazy and exchanged filth in our mother tongues. Oh Swedish, Danish, Icelandic and Norweigan ladies, I love you so.
More spying at the beach etc.
