Things are getting better. Last weekend I was partying with some dopplegangers and on the way to a warehouse in St Peters a freak accident sent the business end of a rusty iron pole into my neck. The rest of the night was spent coughing, trying to sober up, and making sense of what happened.

Had there not been a plastic stopper at the end of the pole who knows where I'd be now. It was a shock to the system. I'm 23 and not anywhere closer to anywhere I really want to be. I stumble and hurdle into new projects serendipitously - without lucidity. I haven't been in control of things for a long time and have found my complacency to be the root of all my problems.

I've decided that weekends aren't enough time to do what I want, I spend most of them asleep anyway, so I am taking wednesdays off work every week to just slow down the pace of my weeks a little and give me some time to dedicate to making art again. This will be good - if it works.