Because the first round ended up in a few broken frames, I used double the materials to ensure good hanging.
Outside of my bedroom in the hall I've got my two signed Anathema posters (which are askew, much like my life), as well as my signed Duncan Patterson Eternity Suite one (for those who don't know, he was the main songwriter in Anathema until he left, and then co-founded Antimatter).
In my bedroom, we have some Hendrix, some classic 70s Batman cover art by the inimitable Neal Adams and Dick Giordano, as well as my limited to 65 Jock silk screen Wytches art.
I hope this accumulating feeling of melancholy passes soon. Constantly thinking/dwelling on missed opportunities/relationships is really shit.
Onwards and upwards...