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kesbeaconand drunk! Also drunk.
Anyway. I was born in a gorgeous corner of South Wales, to parents who wanted to take me to explore it. I proceeded to move to the east of England - which kinda sucks, although the wages are higher there, but does mean one wonderful thing.
It means that the coves and ridges and highlands and beaches of my region of South Wales are both deeply nostalgic and deeply novel to me. Every time I go it's special, because I can't go there just any day, but it's also bone-deep familiar. I get to holiday in the place I was born and like it sucks that my day-to-day environment is so dull? But it does mean that those high sand and limestone cliffs and rolling sea-winds will never become mundane for me, now.
I was at Rhossili today, the Worm lying sullen in a cloud-grey sea and the sheep vibrant with fluorescent pink crests. It's a landscape I painted my adolescent pains on - somewhere there will still be the deeply depressing lyrics that weren't meant to be about what they were - and a landscape I return to over and over. The high hills, the dramatic sweep of the coast, the old wreck, and always the Worm's Head across the bay. It's timeless and still... new, in its way.
Anyway. I was born in a gorgeous corner of South Wales, to parents who wanted to take me to explore it. I proceeded to move to the east of England - which kinda sucks, although the wages are higher there, but does mean one wonderful thing.
It means that the coves and ridges and highlands and beaches of my region of South Wales are both deeply nostalgic and deeply novel to me. Every time I go it's special, because I can't go there just any day, but it's also bone-deep familiar. I get to holiday in the place I was born and like it sucks that my day-to-day environment is so dull? But it does mean that those high sand and limestone cliffs and rolling sea-winds will never become mundane for me, now.
I was at Rhossili today, the Worm lying sullen in a cloud-grey sea and the sheep vibrant with fluorescent pink crests. It's a landscape I painted my adolescent pains on - somewhere there will still be the deeply depressing lyrics that weren't meant to be about what they were - and a landscape I return to over and over. The high hills, the dramatic sweep of the coast, the old wreck, and always the Worm's Head across the bay. It's timeless and still... new, in its way.
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Date: 2019-01-04 12:12 am (UTC)good luck being drunk.
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Date: 2019-01-04 10:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-01-05 05:32 am (UTC)