It looks edited. It’s not. A slight jarring knock of the elbow taking a photo out the car window. This is what you get. Stumbling blocks of pixels piled high upon towers of lights. The cityscape mixed, remixed and smashed upon the dark hedges of what were once trees but, now smudged and scumbled dark foreground growths. The sky has reverb from the coloured radiation left over by the sun, although its usually not visible. The fogged depths of the sky torn from canvas and chucked - microwaved- by the illuminating eye of the camera. But it could just be the distortion of the phone. It was a knock of the elbow after all.
There’s something tragic about listening to Arcangelo Corelli, scrambling to finish an assessment that’s well and truly overdue that makes it feel like I’ll finally learn my lesson, knowing I’m doomed by dawn. It’s half past midnight. #photo #lights #colour #iphoneagain #abstract #procrastination
