i can feel it coming in the air of the night. hold on. ~ phil collins

so this is it. i’m down to the final draft of my postgraduate dissertation and i swear i am going completely insane in the membrane with this thing. if you have so kindly noticed, i have gone shockingly poetic. please excuse the sudden tendency towards the vernacular. i have been investigating megametaphors the whole afternoon. oh yes, there is such a thing. and they’re just dripping with finger licking goodness.

so here’s to the midnight candles, the mental abuse and the muddled up language over the next few days. here’s to the final sprint for the finish line.

tupac & phil collins: in the air of the night

i’m seeing nothing but my dreams coming true
while i’m staring at the world through my rear view