I’m in London.
Yes, again. Yes, despite.
In Hammersmith, more accurately. And more comprehensively. One might even say completely.
It’s my (patent pending) limited movement on the older side of the sea; sea nothing, goa nowhere in order to survive.
You know, the guy I’ve been borrowing a couch from is a once and future alchemist. Perhaps inspired by him, I’m in the midst of the most difficult alchemic recipe known to modern medieval science.
I am attempting to turn inactivity into success.