I’m running away. You’ve got six monthes and I’m out of here.
I almost take leafs out of Last NS’ book. But can’t quite…
I’m tired. I spent the day wandering around a freezing cold forest full of sculptures, the forecast was snow…and it kept on snowing…in bursts…all day. I think on some level the sheer freezingness entered my soul. Or something.
I’ve been to Grizedale before, but I’m sure I remembered it having less hills. I mean I was aware how far my fitness levels have dropped over the last couple of years but the way my muscles have been aching over sod all real walking. I’ve trekked through the Andes dammit. I’m tired and cold and feel particularly lifeless today.
Next week I get to drain my essence away into another souless room filled corridor world of box pleats not ordinary pleats and earrings in school colours only. My life is merely existence…but I have plans 😉