Murakami

'Eyes mark the shape of a city. Through the eyes of a high flying night bird, we take in the scene from midair. In our broad sweep, the city looks like a single gigantic creature - or more like a single collective entity created by many intertwining organisms. Countless arteries stretch to the ends of its elusive body, circulating a continuous supply of fresh blood cells and collecting the old, sending out new consumables and collecting the old. To the rhythm of its pulsing, all parts of the body flicker and flare up and squirm. Midnight is approaching, and while the peak of activity had passed, the basal metabolism that maintains life continues undiminished, producing the basso continuo of the city's moan, a monotonous sound that neither rises nor falls but is pregnant with foreboding.'

'After Dark' by Murakami. I'd give my left big toe to write like this. Also wondering if the monotonous sound of New Cross involves trains and sirens. The sirens for one would be apt if, 'pregnant with foreboding'.

Am back in New Cross now. To the world of febreze bottles and cookers that don't work. Also the buses have gone up to £1.20. This is ridiculous. Aside from extortionate bus fares however, have very much enjoyed the exploits of the last few days, involving namely cupcake baking, kitchen chats, scrabble, greasy spoon cafes and market bartering. The studio has shelves in it too, enough to get me motivated to go in. Though it is missing a biscuit tin.

Anything art related? These are almost as good as bourbon biscuits. If not better.