Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Allotments are my new thing; I have one in Tottenham, its stopping me from turning weirdo, I think. I planted my potatoes last week. Allotments are structure from chaos; each thing in an allotment has its own currency seperate from the outside world. An old broken window is used to produce a greater crop, I find the reality of this more functional and satifying than modern living.