For the past six weeks I have felt like how a cat must feel if it was thrown up in the air a long way up, waiting and waiting and wondering when it would finally land on its feet. The cat has finally landed in the big smoke. I've just found a flat after camping at Jazzy's for a bit. Since I can't live in a darkroom and photographers hardly have any need for them nowadays, I'm living in a studio instead.
The first thing I saw in my new flatmate's room was this shirt:
Well if this wasn't a sign... we also had dance rehearsals happening that afternoon. There were robots, yes, robots, dancing in my new home by the river.
Finally, the photographer has a studio.
Wala nang atrasan 'to.
