the cold hurts my hands. i clasp them round a hot cup of strong tea. looking at the table of clutter i find things to occupy my time.

playing with the molten wax like a mentally challenged child. trying ot mold a shape before it turns into its non-plastic state. always disappointed with my result.

i think about all the great things i could do if i could be arsed. thinking about it feels like to much effort. i want the day to go faster so i can go to bed guilt free.

interior view

??

being a voyeur

i feel nervous

like in the movies i pretend to read a magazine.

when it looks like they have seen me

i frantically

flick page to page.

it becomes exciting and ecstatic 

my awareness of others around me is sharpened

questioning my perverted actions

after a few snaps i move on

the ecstasy crescendos in to my racing heart

as i leave my voyeur role i hide

my camera behind

my back

i exit just to see

my voyee

walk around the corner

the feelings are mad

i am /was\ not a sick pervert

i am getting excited

by these voyeuristic situations

shite day today

just can's seem to motivate myself to work.

can't even be arsed to do this 

1:50

this is a model i made to study shadow quality within my library.

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