| Comment | Reaching uni levels of late night procrastination. Read a story about a van Dyck going missing from Oxford, wonder how much a van Dyck goes for these days, have a look on Sothebays, then remember how fun it is looking at art I’ll never afford, after a while decide to browse Charles Rennie Mackintosh, find a lot with a series of postcards he sent to someone who lives round the corner from me, look them up, what they did, any children? Oh friends with Jessie King, I like her, how much do her sketches go for? Then decide to look up post office directories to see who their neighbours were, then looking up my flat, and my neighbours, and what can I find on any of these people, and my god, i can’t remember the last time I was awake and sober at 0330. |
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