the fuck glasgow. THE FUCK WITH THE RAIN? rained so hard it flooded the underground so i had to walk from st. enoch to artisan roast for breakfast and i was so bummed out when i got there because i was soaked and then the women in front of me ordered a DECAF LATTE at 10 in the morning - that kinda shit should be criminalised. also, got home to see that the flooding behind our house has been reaaallly bad and our old victorian wall (middle-fucking-class) has fallen down…errrrrrrrm.
i wonder if i wrote a letter to phil elverum asking so he’d let me come out to washington state and just sleep on a floor somewhere and hang out and screen print with him and maybe fold card and unpack boxes of new releases and then maybe record some tape loops together and play an all-ages show in a small cafe and drink coffee at a creaking wooden table as sunlight strides through from outside and take walks in the early morning through fog covered trees and talk about drawing and black metal and richard brautigan