Never Too Late!

Never Too Late!
any resemblance to anyone real or imaginary is mere bad luck
we are all lying in the gutter, but some of us are trying to get up


Moderate life

Work on this post is in progress, even as you sit there and the seconds and minutes tick away...

Believe that and you'll believe anything

I'm struggling through a fog thick as treacle towards... was gonna say light but there's no light...

Becalmed for over a forthnight on waters choked with seaweed... The air here doesn't seem to carry sound... An unshakeable lethargy and torpor have fallen across us, and we have lost true east.