i have a friend who is a writer in rl, (yes, yes, i know that technically, that’s what i am too – but i don’t get paid for this stuff, and no way would i consider it at all serious) – they write on a host of practical and diverse topics, about which i wouldn’t know where to start: everything from chainsaws to tour guides – – it’s something that i could never do myself, and my way of writing could never really adapt to that sort of style.
A subject has to be something i know and understand, or that i have at least some depth of feeling about – i can no more write about something that doesn’t interest me that i can knit wet spaghetti. So waking up at 2.00am with an urgent and inescapable need to scribble something down about a completely off the wall subject – (literally) -like balconies, is not something i can imagine ever happening. Yet, happen it has.
i’m no architect, engineer, stonemason or carpenter, but somehow balconies got into my brain – so that’s what you’re getting today.
It’s odd, and weirdocentric, so you’ll find it over on Alt. life: – my apologies.
A billion balconies facing the sun
A billion faces turned to their screens
The perfect answer to camouflage our screams
Manic Street Preachers – A Billion Balconies Facing The Sun