Revolving Doors

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Revolving doors

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Gorillaz | Revolving Doors

Revolving doors

Walking past the ABC in Ultimo today we gazed at those revolving doors and remembered an old obsession. When we lived in Chicago we became obsessed with revolving doors for a few weeks, promising that we ought to get out there and record the best ones in detail, and write a really neat research article about them. But of course that didn’t actually happen, it was all talk and no research.

BUT - Today we discovered that there are some odd bits and pieces, here and there, written about revolving doors. One rather eccentric piece we very much enjoyed was James Buzard’s Perpetual Revolution.

Revolving Doors

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Gorillaz - Revolving Doors

Revolving Doors {Circe || Cheslov}

It’d been a Tuesday when he’d laid down, but he’s not entirely sure how long he’s been laying, so he has to conclude that it’s Wednesday now. Tipping his head back, he examines the window across the room. Based on the trajectory of the moon and the angle at which light is severed by the blinds, he has to assume that he has no idea what time it is. Early morning, he guesses.

Of course he could have just checked the phone pressed against his bare chest, but that’d only make him more antsy, and being any more nervous would distract him from the ceiling.

He’s decided, in a moment of genius, that if you smoke the right amount of pot but simultaneously create a solution with the right amount of alcohol; the ceiling fan suddenly becomes a piece of art meant to be analyzed.

In other words, he’s more stoned than Saint Stephen.

But the living room carpet is comfortable enough for a man who’s practically numb. The bruises littering his chest and back are dark and foreboding, as if to form a portent. Truthfully, he hasn’t moved much in the past few hours, so he hasn’t really felt the effect of his injury.

Too busy staring at the ceiling fan.

Damn, when is Circe getting here?