Some days blip feels different, it feels like a chore

Not in the mood, but I know I can’t break the habit.

I’m trapped. Sentenced by an unbroken string of 380 blips…

So I procrastinate as long as I can. But as 9.30 rolls over

I finally give in,

and off I go, to find that shot for the night.

these days remind me of swimming lessons as a kid

I hated the thought of it. Forced along…. But once I’m in the pool… it’s a different story.

Surprisingly, some of my favourite blips recently have been my desperation blips.

Looking now, they seem to have a different style.

Grainy. Black and White. Distorted. Shadows.

Desperate shots.

of an unleashed mind desperately clutching to any ideas it can find.