Our good friend Andrew is an artist, musician, photographer, writer, designer, and thinker.
He is many things. In his own words, he is 'a wildchild of the amour fou'.
He exists and he does not exist.
He took some photos of us at both Wolves and The Bridge Diner.
He also wrote delightful poetry.
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rushtumblecrash.
sweptup
in an intensity
of warmth
and a seriousness
ihad left behind
ifound a deepheart
full of subtlestories
and a myhead so full
that icould not sleep.
in an oldeyeball and a newear.
nightskyempire@wolves.
'adventure to bridge diner,
a funnymad with strange flows night.
hard to predict or to see if you try to look.
we hit the edge of the citynight
walking the way welike.
crisscrosing jozitown.
sometimes we connect
to otherbodies
the movement of hands and words.
somepeople are scared to eat.
or are just tooyoung.
the fame weown
lives inthe corners
of ourelbows, knees and necks,
if youeyes areright - youll know me.
eventually what is inside
begins to hit the spacehard.
everything opens
and
the nightsky empire
tear theplace down. yay!
what youare looking for
is looking for you - wandikidd ♥'
nightsky empire:
'has been and continues to be refined:
fluid bodies,
always changing._has order.
doesnt have a specific place._
no fixed boundaries._
affects other things._
may be accessible but go unnoticed._
may be part of something else._
some is familiar._
some is strange._
knowing this changes me._'
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