Sometimes I secretly hope that the coffee shop at the end of my road is closed, so I can go get a cheaper one from Tesco. I've been checking my phone each hour all night this week to see if the pop star who wanted to collaborate is still ghosting me.

Never meet your heroes unless your heroes are nice. And never send the same email twice.

Keep eyes on the business of the pitiful. Remember what we dreamt of when we were children singing into our hairbrushes. Oh come on. We're privileged to feel anxious about something so frivolous. But that's just us. We carry on.

Sometimes I secretly hope that the coffee shop at the end of my road is open so I can go and tag myself on socials. I've been checking my privilege each night this week to see if this city is actually liberal or just nice to me.

The art of marketing has superseded the art of art. The heart of art within a world depleted is hardly beating. I can't remember my last agendaless attempt at creating. I don't know what I last made without intent of selling.