Sanctuary

No words today, except these brief ones.  Instead, I invite you into my Sanctuary.  Into my home.  When all the madness outside gets too much, it’s nice to close the door and savour – even for ten seconds – total silence.

I can’t live in minimalism.  I need stimulae otherwise I rot away.  If there is a space on a wall, it is covered with something.  I collect shit I don’t need.  I keep old bottles so I look like a wasted soak.  It is in the words of a friend ‘controlled chaos’.

Author: jimmicampkin

Writer and photographer (and occasional other things) currently living in the North East of England. Everything is my own unless otherwise stated. So blame me. View all posts by jimmicampkin