Falling for it, falling over myself, falling for you, falling out of touch; falling seems so emotionally descriptive. Falling always wake me up from dreams, I don’t know about you. And for the first time in a while I’m flying - not falling. Tonight I found a few things that make me go, oh yeah/ that’s what I’m about; Like I fucking forgot. It’s funny how you get stuck into thinking that the work you do is so fucking important because it’s how you pay the bills, but its not. That’s a joke people that have lost their dreams tell people who have a chance. That’s something that people who have given up tell those that are at that important stage of potential where they have to make life changing decisions. Those are difficult - and that ‘s the last thing anyone wants. But a challenge, thats where the excitement lies. Time and time again I have put myself in these situations, and once the clouds of anxiety have meandered away I come out feeling as though I finally own what I do. I am Joshua Redman: a 26 year old human male with a need to make images, eat pussy, appreciate local color, and juggle while no one is looking. Im one of a kind and have a ton of room for improvement - but I wear my heart on my sleeve. Fuck anyone who wants to judge that. I’m just flying more than them- they’re falling.