After attempting to beat my recent agoraphobia I left the house two days running. The intensive feelings of freedom I feel from failing to attend compulsory education never ceases to enthral me.
The warm feeling of secrecy is embarking through my body as I type,and it rather half heartedly overwhelms any sense of security I’ve had through-out my two days of mindless rambling.
Here are some pictures my friend.

I entered "Topman" rather concerned, but realised the fantastic ceilings they had. The ugliness converges with denim and synthetic materials in a way that makes you feel "this is Sheffield".

Orange light, the transparency of materials.

Chips in a tea cup. Fantastic chips and shiny pennies, my heart somehow warms to this idea.

I apreciated this cat.