Phil fine art printPhil is constantly aware of his own reflection. He finds ageing suits him but he doesn't like time passing. If it were up to him he'd stop the clocks and let his sure to be breakthrough flow through his fingers, ignoring his bills, ignoring the annoying landlord's judgemental look when he walks out the door late in the mornings, ignoring the little bird inside his head saying he ought to have been discovered by now. People just don't get what a man

Only on the dance floor does she still feel she is queen

But time has a way of shifting things

She looked at the women around her and thought

a trouble maker

not his intellect and certainly not his name

He does know though

Miles is all energy — it's as if he has petrol in his veins and death keeps glancing at him from the rear-view mirror while he's speeding through life

If it were up to him he'd stop the clocks and let his sure-to-happen breakthrough flow through his fingers — ignoring his bills

her thoughts are silent

if she were to say that focusing on being the best version of yourself at all times is dull

But he let's them wait for his reply

This has lead people to call him many things- vain