art and strangely alive

Wandering through a few artists' studios on a rainy day.

There is a vague smell of mould, paint and rain. People look through art prints for sale, mumbling to each other and leaving wet footprints. I huddle on a chair in a dark room next to the studios, half-interestedly watching weird movies. I'm feeling vaguely sick today, nothing serious, just one of those days, and it is making me feel strangely alive and aware of everything around me. As if life has slowed down.

I hear my friends discuss bird photography with one of the artist as I curl into my Nepalese hoodie and space out a bit.

We go for coffee and cake in a bright café afterwards. The caffeine and sugar restores my strength as if by a miracle.