deep breath
10 twenty five
nxg > lbg > old
one m’alad, please. oh, and a tea… hold on, better make it three?
enter: the longest room
we wrote a campfire song today. its warm and uplifting. i hope it will bring people closer.
things are starting to come together now.
on a side note; you know you’ve been using the london underground too much when, as you arrive at your front door, your first instinct is to produce an oyster card, as opposed to the traditional set of keys.
// j.m