A man who takes measures, a man who does deeds.

The lost drawings…

J. Hill — Mon, 09 Jan 2012 01:16:43 +0000

…have been recovered; they are now where they need to be.

Chrysoprase faces

J. Hill — Thu, 08 Dec 2011 12:22:37 +0000

Depression’s got a hold of me…

J. Hill — Fri, 11 Nov 2011 20:52:43 +0000

Haven’t written in a while; terrible writer’s block has made me feel stupid and small. I’ve lost some drawings that I was hoping to photograph and upload, I’ll get it done as soon as I find the fuckers. Sometimes I want to kill, sometimes I feel fine, sometimes I don’t feel like doing much of anything at all. That’s all the poetry I’ll ever put down.

I’ve been trying to put a few pages of writing together, but with my current state of black-hole-like lack of inspiration it’s a task that’s really easy to think about doing, and very difficult to actually do. Oh well.

Late night walk.

J. Hill — Fri, 19 Aug 2011 22:38:15 +0000

My sermon for you tonight:-

1. A guy comes up to me asking if I could please buy ‘his shit’ from the petrol station, I presume he means some quantity of hard alcohol, I tell him he’s got the wrong guy and that I’m going to go.

2. I pass two girls, they are trying the doors of all of the cars parked along the main road. I keep walking.

3. Two old guys stumble past me, both drunk, and disappear into an alleyway.

4. I get to the shop to find I have just enough for a bottle of Cola and a packet of noodles.

5. I retreat.

21:38

J. Hill — Fri, 12 Aug 2011 20:39:17 +0000

My stomach is twisting, my head collapses into itself,
I sink back into my chair like my body is made of lead,
My thoughts beat each other up,
My thoughts stick knives in each other’s sides,
A little blood escapes from my nose,
Congeals in the hair of my moustache,
I don’t bother wiping it away,
My will to live emerges triumphant,
My survivalist fanaticism holds
The severed hydra-heads of every other thought
I’ve ever had in it’s bloodied hands,
Survivalism is the sole survivor,
As always.

Late night sketches.

J. Hill — Sat, 04 Jun 2011 00:06:44 +0000

Absolutely shit photo quality, but what the fuck?

Further…

J. Hill — Wed, 01 Jun 2011 11:35:32 +0000

Regress…

J. Hill — Wed, 01 Jun 2011 11:06:43 +0000

19:44

J. Hill — Thu, 26 May 2011 18:44:20 +0000

“What you are now, we once were; what we are now, you shall be.”

The way home.

J. Hill — Sat, 23 Apr 2011 09:28:43 +0000

As if home is anywhere to begin with…

I’m heading back to England, and I’ll be booking up the next leg of this travel business as soon as I have the money.

Looking like Krakow, Poland, is the next stop.

Good.