Tag Archives: #thoughts

Lover of Mine

Early this spring, I was introduced to the sweet, lovely dream pop sounds of Beach House at the cool, hip coffee shop called Fuckoffee at Shoreditch, East London. The sweet, emotional songs ‘Lazuli’ and ‘Other People’…  the beginning of a … Continue reading

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In The Company Of Ghosts…

London east, and I’m standing still. When I feel the age old past reaching out from busy streets. The people I pass are mere shadows… hushing by like in a dream but the derelict buildings they talk and the ghosts … Continue reading

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Between the lines… is the writer! – Rayn

          Writing, and particularly surreal writings or poetry, often reveal the dramatic past of the writer. Fiction is a safe ground, where the sincere artist can reveal secrets without anyone realising. Because most people just see or read what is … Continue reading

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I’m in awe when I see things and items from around 100 years ago…

Wow I just found this old barber and hairdresser salon. And I stood here almost an hour, studying each old item of old-time hair dressing displayed in the window. Looking at every tool, every old bottle of shampoo and after-shave, … Continue reading

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