This photo was taken on my birthday. My parents tell me it was Palm Sunday. I’m 25 now. I’ve had my share of influences – music, cigarettes, so on, though the finest influence in my life has been that of a pen and piece of paper meeting under my gaze. A mind at work. Restless imagination. Longing admiration. Acceptance from others, sure. From myself, more than anything! I think we would have gotten along well, you and I. What stories we might have told each other, read aloud, invented together, over music and cigarettes.
This was the day I set off on my first overseas school trip to Germany. I was 11 years old.
This photo is an uncanny representation of that trip – I wrote a journal, brought a Walkman and tried a cigarette (it was a Marlborough Light not Camel though!) in the shower rooms of the hostel for the first time in my life.
My habit didn’t last long though…after a little experimentation, I “quit” months later.
Sunday, April 12, 1992
This photo was taken on my birthday. My parents tell me it was Palm Sunday. I’m 25 now. I’ve had my share of influences – music, cigarettes, so on, though the finest influence in my life has been that of a pen and piece of paper meeting under my gaze. A mind at work. Restless imagination. Longing admiration. Acceptance from others, sure. From myself, more than anything! I think we would have gotten along well, you and I. What stories we might have told each other, read aloud, invented together, over music and cigarettes.
This was the day I set off on my first overseas school trip to Germany. I was 11 years old.
This photo is an uncanny representation of that trip – I wrote a journal, brought a Walkman and tried a cigarette (it was a Marlborough Light not Camel though!) in the shower rooms of the hostel for the first time in my life.
My habit didn’t last long though…after a little experimentation, I “quit” months later.