Confusion.

Harvey Nicks' window.

I am confused in many ways. This is nothing unusual. There was a time in my life when I was so used to being lost and dazed and near to drowning that I found certainty a strange boat to sail in. Hard on the joints as it were.

This window caught my eye with its colour and busyness. I made me think of all the distractions and possibilities of being lost and confused. One moment you are looking at a butterfly, the next a statue. Which is real? Which is accessible?

Bit metaphysical. Going to have a glass of wine.

'night.