June 28th, 2005

Labyrinth Sarah forest

Good things :

* Being told that I should direct Spray's first video. I mean, not like it will ever happen, but that isn't in any way the point.

* People saying lovely things about my music writing - again. Thank you, jussard, qe2.

* This.

* media_babb's second post, which features pie.

* Getting thank you letters written, e-mailing the OU, at least managing to ring the doctor if not book an actual appointment because there aren't any until August and you can't book them. (Bloody NHS.)

* Girls Aloud.

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  • Current Music
    'Big Brother', Girls Aloud. Genius.
Morpheus

The gap between crack and thunder, crack and thunder, is closing in.

I have just come home through a storm and a half - both in the sense that it was a big storm, and in the sense that I came through one, out the other side, and ran into another one just as I was on the way to the house.

Storms are the best thing in the world.
I realise some of you may disagree with this, but nevertheless, storms are and will always be the best thing in the world. And sometimes, out in the English countryside in the dark, a storm can feel so powerful and so old that you can't help thinking it must be a storm that's been going on for centuries, just taking its time about going round the world.

But in London they're not like that. Storms here, by contrast to the rest of London which carries all its history written in its skin for all to see, are adolescent, showy things. Tonight's was like that - sheets and haphazard bolts of lightning, too close together; stuttering thunder, seeming to bear no relation to the light show. A young thing, a nervous thing but keen to show off the city: a church, on the one hand, lit up suddenly like a gothic heroine, curling stonework at the roof becoming, briefly, stylised hair streaming in the wind, the spire a cry to the skies. On the other hand, one sheet of light burst right behind the London Eye, turning it skeletal, sinister; further upriver I imagined the lightning paralyzing the city buildings around London Bridge, the silver silhouettes arrestingly futurist. I wish I could have gone through the whole city to watch it all.

But I had to come home, and it's warmer here, at least, and there's a bed. And that's good.

E.
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  • Current Music
    'Avalon (Jacques Lu Cont versus remix)', Juliet.