Death is your gift — the prophecy bestowed on Buffy by the first Slayer. She wasn’t wrong, for Buffy or for any one of us for that matter.
Stumbling out the dark cave of Liverpool Street Station on to a bright sunny Bishopgate we head east for Commercial Road and immediately run into Minty, a Skeletor hopelessly in love with his closest friend: Frida.
Why are these images intoxicating to look at — is it because there are both beauty and destruction all in one spectacle? The blends found in these expanses of colour are fascinating to stare into, the way they twist and wave into a glowing pattern is like a tractor beam of sorts.
There is nothing better than spending time exploring a hedgerow or wild field or woodland. Butterflies, hoverflies, beetles and even the odd frog will show itself.
For the first time in living memory, (at least ours) the people of the UK gathered around a simple set of collective principles to make change happen “Stay home, Protect the NHS, Save Lives”.
Stumbling out the dark cave of Liverpool Street Station on to a windswept Bishopgate we head toward Hanover to replenish our ‘PLANT BASED FOOD SYSTEM’. Walking against the current of hurrying people, we follow a cloud of friendly neon skull winged butterflies wandering playfully.