End of the 90s /Part 2

If i was unsettled at the end of

the 1990s, it was because of

withdrawl + dependancy.

I felt close to music, to

fashion, art, to people, and i

sought close contact with them,

addicted to inspiration,

just like a single end of day

spliff. I knew always that it was

no good for me, that i should

try to cut it out & avoid adverts

+ themetunes, try to dislocate

myself from 'my generation',

but my motives were never

really strong enough: i was excited

i wanted to watch the next big thing

happen, and to say that i had

witnessed it, heard it, felt it,

understood it, and said

yes, i feel that is right,

right for now.

But then nothing really came along,

Nothing was ever accurate to those times.

Nothing defined the hours

sat at a grafittied desk

in Worthing at my mum & dads house

at the end of the millenium

inventing a new fashion label:

i expected far more than was ever delivered.

Words by Professor Julian Roberts