A diary of a depressed man: Day 7
Sitting in the seat where I last saw my stalker I struggle to relax. A girl walked up to me at a party and gave me a photo of myself. She returned later saying "its OK, I have more". I was disturbed. I have since seen and avoided her in the shadows in the drains and late at night in dodgy corners of festering Hoxton. I am surrounded by freaks and fiends, amazing people. I know I have good friends, family and people who love me. Big up yourself.
The Vibe Bar, offering free internet access is today's setting, the risk of seeing the freak is worth it. The sun breaks through the clouds and the haunting sounds of DJ Shadow Entroducing smother me reminding me why I hate this bar. Times change as quickly as people, I relish the beautiful moments which armour me against the inevitable shitness to follow. I know this is a chemical imbalance.
The medication has caused few obvious side effects, vomiting at Liverpool Street on Thursday morning in response to photo me machine number: PH 20777835 eating my £3.50, sweatier palms than usual and slight decrease of interest in the "before and after" pictures of breast enlargement operation adverts scattering the back pages of Ms London. Opticians this afternoon and a journey to the dentist on Wednesday.
Some cock just walked up to me and said "Tell me you're going to be finished soon!", keys jingle, doors slam, DJ Shadow skips back to track 1 twice as loud, I am sure there is a sign here somewhere.
#23 May 2005
Comments...
Yes I Danny
Remeber Amelie Poulain, the celebrity gallic stalker? She stalked Mattieu Kassovitz, director of La Haine in that recent cult flic which featured the crew from Delicatessen. Well, your run-in with the photo booth is artistic hommage to La nouvelle vague and the existential web we are all cast into.
As Robbe-Grillet said : "we are all in the labyrinth". Your perception of this person is of course real and her own consciousness merely a figment of her imagination. Stalkers can be obscure wierdos or people that pop up and want to give you your travel card back that you dropped outside the tube. The problem for them is that they never seem to be able to say to you that they'd found it and come across therefore as nutters with an agenda.
Keep the vibes alive and keep in the maze.
One love/freelove/lots of love
Posted by: Herbie de P | 8:00pm 23 May 2005
What, an ugly bloke like you getting a stalker? chance would be a fine thing my friend. Keep taking the pills.
Posted by: dan | 10:39pm 23 May 2005
Ah he's not that ugly... Anyway it's not like I follow him every day of the week or that! huh
Posted by: marootel | 9:50am 24 May 2005
Yo,
Does she do 4 X 6 portraits? Or passport photos?
Posted by: Ken Thong | 2:27pm 24 May 2005
speaking of stalkers what about that shit last night on "behind the blonde"
jaysus man I dunno what was more freaky the stalker or de blonde. What da fook!
people are strange
Posted by: marootel | 7:28pm 25 May 2005
i was behind a blonde once.
Posted by: Ken Long Silver | 1:45pm 26 May 2005