Streets Of London and then some art.

Deciding to 'walk' home after a night out. Turned into a getting lost in london. Roaming like a homeless person, in the wet and cold with the only sense of normality that we were to meet at the Tate Modern by 11 am.

Not feeling that in love with art from my hungover havent slept state. I walk into a red room installation and in the space is an old couple. I over hear the woman intellectualising the piece saying or arguing with herself as a silent husbands on. ' i wonder is it to do with the domesticity of the home... no the interal organs or the home' 'the hub of the home' she insists. I wanted to laugh at the utter rubbish she was speaking but in hindsight i did agree with her. She was only vocalising what we all are accustomed to doing with art. Searching for the meaning.

I walked always thinking and feeling 'what a load of bullshit'.