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Emma Alonze

Daily Self Portraits

Day 17: Research

 

Day 25: if you can't dazzle them with brilliance, baffle them with bullshit

 

Day 51: when I fall and cut my knee, thankyou for my friends

 

Day 54: 6:56 to Liverpool Street

 

Day 59: monumental fuck up

 

Day 87: unknown number calling

 

Day 122: "by a river in a city"

 

Day 139: I saw the look in his eye and caught a glimpse of what it would be like if someone wanted to kill you.

 

Day 157: "I've come undone."

 

Day 160: we got secrets that nobody knows

 

Day 201: O my Jesus, have mercy on us. Forgive us our sins. Save us from the fires of hell. Take all souls into heaven, especially, those most in need of thy mercy. Amen.

 

Day 216: Inventing situations

 

Day 248: living, breathing monstrosity

 

Day 252: "sallow-skinned, monkey-limbed, skanky little rat."

 

Day 274: "Get back and bash stuff about, babe. Put Maggie May on't' CD player."

 

Day 299: I've got to stop this. But I'm not going to.

 

Day 325: man, little dots on my skin

 

Day 332: people often forget I exist.

 

Day 340: I do whatever I please. I have no money so it can be difficult at times. I wander around. Go to the beach and do some thinking. I write letters to myself, put stamps on them and post them to me. I do research about things that don't matter. I stare at warehouses on gumtree that I want to live in. I think about how much I miss London. I drink my Dad's beer. I work in the abandoned house. Sign on every 2 weeks. I make capes from feathers. You know, just stuff.

 

Day 341: "In cars it becomes a hit. In your homes it becomes advertisements."

 

Day 342: In May, the man I was obsessed with met me, and became obsessed with me too.

 

Day 346: I'm troubled.

 

Day 353: In the cold light of day.

 

Day 357: lone wolf.

 

Day 365: It's the old problem of trying to tie up water in parcels, or attempting to shut the wind in a box.