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It’s as wonderful and odd as it sounds
Words aren’t forming very clearly right now (out of practice, muddled thinking), so this update comes in meandering list form:
- Moving into the new flat was hazy and unsettled, done under the influence of sleep deprivation, a St Vincent concert (more later) and a low-grade fever, and I still feel a bit disjointed in this new room in the great grey city. That too will pass, if I’m proactive.
(The sleep deprivation reminded me of being in the US - I hadn’t realised before just how exhausted I must have been during that entire trip.)
- St Vincent was stunning. Of course she was. Even more of a weird, nerdy artist than I’d expected - the whole performance is so contrived and choreographed that even her speeches to the audience were given in character. During the encore she sedately waded into the audience and held out her guitar, to be played by all the outstretched hands of the crowd. Standing at the back with my glass of water, staving off the fever, I was behind two older guys who nudged each other and grinned every time she ripped into her guitar, as if to say, ‘told you she was good, eh?’
- The new flat is smaller than the old one, and it feels vulnerable to be living on the ground floor. But the landlord is legit, and there is a Disco Cupboard (decorated in floor-to-ceiling metallic tiles, for some unfathomable reason). The hedgehog lives out in the hall now, instead of in my flatmate’s bedroom, which is good for us all.
- V. v. excited (and nervous) for the referendum. I’ve a feeling this’ll be the footnote to most posts on here from now until the 18th.