One of my favorite things about Italy was this kind of view.
Washing on lines outside of windows,
everywhere you looked.

I want to go back.

I need to get out of Brighton so, so bad.
I need to get out of my job,
get on with the exhibition for January,
start moving with the card-making business
(that won't finish itself!),
get on with getting on.

I'm tired of this sour place.
I need to be where the sun isn't a luxury.