Comments about Matthew English
Walking down such a familiar street, though in an absence of mind; my head is whirring, leaving me to feel faint and vision blurred, but I keep walking.
Step- after step- after step.
No music playing, as I’m wthout headphones, leaving my walk-man in my pocket, without a use. In the background- the only music I’m able to hear is the sound of an accordion playing, from a bench I’ve just passed. It’s usual to hear buskers, but the accompaniment, is queer from any other I’ve experienced before on