view from the hotel window in eastbourne on a friday morning.

same view sans curtains etc. seeing the sky & the sea dance to the beat of the weather enthralled me. more than i ever knew, both are always changing; sometimes whispers, sometimes roars.

the room with tam in, wfh.

conversation: garish decor comes from ownership. i wish to own so i can permit myself to collect -- be that art, books, music, or tat. i wish to fill the white walls & do away with the scant, scandi renter's-minimalism.

leaving tam to wfh, i explored eastbourne, hunting for collectibles. i found an old record shop, some cds (sisqó et al) & whata gwan. met tam here for lunch: GOAT curried goat w. festivals & fried plantain.

tam returned to work, so i took myself from the side streets to the town centre via the promenade. eastbourne's high street has rocketed to pole position in my english high street rankings. i'll explain why later. now, though, let's marvel at my "chocoholic" sundae from gelato famoso.

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