So Come on, one and all to see the apathy. The rings of graced dead souls that full the tapestry. I look to all of you and see a different fucking species. Aspiration for a different destination to me.

Across the Pennines, thin blue line and the night for The Fall. Would do something, if it wasn’t also half my fault. Cause I’m so high, my brain can’t even look at The Fall, and when you’ve reached the top there’s nowhere else to go.

And I’ve come to the uncomfortable conclusion that I’m gonna spend the rest of my life in a state of constant Paranoia.