Hello everyone, i'd quite like you to read this.
I don't put new Journal updates very often, and it's quite nice to have them read.
Even if there isn't much i want to say, even less that needs saying.

So, what to say?
I've been writing more poetry now, i've just come out of a three or four month block, and it's good to be able to write again.
I got a record player, and i've discovered quite alot of new music.

Went to Paris a month ago, it was pretty good. Got quite drunk, they banned beer in the hotel so we had to lift it up from the street in rucksacks and bags, using a rope made from loads of belts. That was pretty fun. Saw a Basquiat painting in the Pompidou Center, i felt weird when i saw it. I've studied him quite alot this year, and just to think that he did the painting right infront of me made me feel a bit strange.

It's always different looking at the work of artists that die young, like Basquiat did. He died of a drug overdose before he was thirty.
I thought that his art, it's like a will, or a suicide note. It's his life, it's the only permanent idea we have of a man long dead, his chance and opportunity to change the world, to influence it and to live on in something outside of his own body. It's like reading someone's last words, or something like that.

If i could meet one person in the world, it'd be him.