Friday, 24 July 2009

all's quiet and dead on basin street tonight, and it's lonely.

me and matt are like the only two people on a sinking ship, we can't stop it going down, but we can have a chat and accompany each other as we slowly sink deeper and deeper into a dark and brutal abyss, and somehow that makes it seem a little better.

i don't know who did the paintings (although i certainly know they are beautiful) but i know matt did the majority of the photography, i took the one of the trees and the painting on the wall.

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