So here’s a little look into my brain. As I walk, my eyes get stuck on really interesting textures. Anything remotely texturally complex, anything with contrasts, anything with layers, I’m focused on. Look at this lamp-post. Look at it. It’s glorious. You’ve got the core of the lamp-post, which is fairly smooth, bright concrete. Porous, though. Pitted like honeycomb toffee. Then the casing, the bark of the thing, a sandy, pebbled surface, sandpaper begging to be touched. But the outer layer is cracked and scratched, because at some point a…