I had a very bewildered expression on my entire night trip home today. Feeling like I’m in a slight daze – or more politely put, my mind is full of fuck, as though salvador dali paid me a visit and took a shit in my letterbox. It still hasnt fully hit me yet. Its a bit too much for one night. Its not so much the subject matter by themselves, but the flurry of thoughts after.

But its bizarre contemplative moments like this, that I feel -