Wednesday, 25 February 2026

“Whoever loves much, performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is done well.”

-Vincent Van Gough. 

It’s ironic that these lovely words came from a man who was well known for his depressive spells and his eccentric gifts to his suitresses. He might have loved much, and his advances might have inspired him to his art, but it didn’t help him succeed until retroflection. But it’s the fact that he loved that counts, regardless of whether or not he was loved back. The perspective of tense is also lost a little towards the end of the quote. In a way, you can hear the pain in his voice. It’s almost as if he’s sitting in the bar and he’s sparking up a conversation after a few shots. He’s realising what he’s saying, and he’s trying to argue it as himself, but takes note of where he’s failed. And of course, a performance can be a number of things.  I’m assuming that the quote was taken from his letters to his family, but I like my version better.

Monday, 23 February 2026

All Tied Up #dreamdiary 216

I’m in the neighbourhood dumping ground. It’s a large pit that backs onto people’s houses that used to be an embankment containing an old railway tunnel. It’s full to the brim with kitchen sinks and shopping trollies, and on this occasion, large boxes wrapped in red tissue paper. They’re about the size of what you’d store a Christmas Tree in, and they’ve even got labels on. I rip one open and stuff a hand inside. I pull out something green and viny. I suddenly realise that it's a trap. Someone has filled the boxes with Japanese knotweed. Within seconds, I feel my wrists tightening. I look down and green veins have started sprouting all around my wrists and a purple pansy appears like a 3-d tattoo. My whole arm is paralysed. I need medical help. The fastest way for me to get help is to pass through a block housing estate to get to a doctor’s surgery. At a footbridge, I’m approached by two youths. One of them stabs me in the left side of my chest with a small blade.

Sunday, 22 February 2026

Downfall

My nieces love this game. It’s only a two-player game as well so they sit quietly opposite each other with just a blue plastic wall between them. They each concentrate and watch the other’s move to ensure that there’s no cheating involved. One of them likes to get each counter through as quickly as possible. The other likes to line them all to get them all filled into the last cog at the end. Our set is also an odd one since two sets of the numbers are the same colour. But they’re not bothered by that. We just play the quickest way down rather than having to get each number through every cog since there’s no way to police it. It’s also not the only game on the table. Am I playing two different games at once? Is that why there’s a bald spot on the back of my head?

 

Saturday, 21 February 2026

Real Ale Mecca's Newest Attraction

It’s been a year in the making for this place to open with a lot of planning and waiting around. You can still make out the building work taking place when the photograph was taken. In a city where beer is excellent, it’s going to need something a little more to bring people in. Hopefully, it’s going to be a classic restoration project. It’s a former bank but it will be great for the people to see the building in action and will hopefully be put towards a great commercial success. You’d think that a brewery wouldn’t be able to afford such luxury materials but they’ve managed to get their hands on some capital somewhere. Inside, there’s wood panelling and comfortable booths alongside tall windows. There’s smart, high stools for drinking at the bar followed by smaller areas and there’s even upstairs seating as well. It's certainly on my visit list.

Friday, 20 February 2026

Auto-Levels

I don’t really understand what this feature is for. I thought it would bring all the colours together into focus. This works when you’ve got lots of different colours in an image to make the shadows  sharper and blend into each other. It only makes a small bit of difference. Perhaps it makes the rest of the image easier to manage. The result is a better contrast of the main subject, and some colours will appear slightly darker, which is ideal if you’re viewing it on a screen. The result is a better contrast of the main subject. But on a black screen, it seems to bring all the colours of existence into the spectrum. It’s trying to create something out of nothing. It suggests that you can never find true darkness. It might also be a conspiracy for computers to occupy as much space as possible so that you expand and buy more.


Wednesday, 18 February 2026

The Accident

It’s just a button that could have been knocked. A simple matter of holding the phone at an unusual angle. Or perhaps it’s a scene that we didn’t want to be seen. Perhaps someone was trying to hack my phone to spy on me. Or there could have been a power cut the moment my finger pressed the shutter button. I might have zoomed in too far and ended up with a shot of a shirt or a screen. It could be a screenshot itself that powered off while I was trying to work out how to take a screenshot. Or I might have pressed the button a few too many times. There might have been a malfunction and I hadn’t planned to take a picture at all. I might have been trying to activate a torch or take a call. This tends to happen  lot to me. It might be my heavy-handedness.