Zombies are Comfortable

Aug 26

Music today: Old Beatles Demos. Lots of little cool outtakes. So fuckin’ cool.

Sold two chesterfield sofas and a table on eBay. Being collected on the weekend. I need to rehouse the mice before then. I’ll probably move with next to nothing. Fresh start. I have my books. That goes without saying. And my cameras. As long as I have my cameras I’m ready to rock n roll.

I don’t really want much to be fair. I’m fairly happy by default. I’m excited about the unknown. I think the unknown scares a lot of folk. It doesn’t me. It excites me. Life if anything is about having adventures surely? I don’t want a safe life. I don’t want a comfortable life. That’s the life other people want for us.

They want us to be comfortable because comfort is what they aspire to and for sure they absolutely mean well but they fear us being uncomfortable because they wouldn’t want it for themselves. I absolutely do not aspire to living my life in a furrowed groove.

And when I am too comfortable it’s not long before I’ll throw a spanner in the works. I would not have had the life I’ve had the past 10 years, which is basically getting paid for my hobby, travelling the world and seeing places I never would have, working for and alongside talented people whose work I’d previously admired from afar.

And best of all ... making some amazing friends from different walks of life. Those I’ve photographed and those I’ve photographed alongside.

All that being said my family and friends whilst hoping that I take a particular path are always supportive and encouraging in the choices I do ultimately make some of which wouldn’t have been possible without that support.

I am so very grateful for that. Sometimes I feel like I’ve lived 4-5 different lives. Every few years or so it’s important to me to rip up the blueprint and start again. Start afresh. In the end ... we are only here once. I don’t want to live my life too comfortably. Zombies are comfortable.