I thought I loved you once, didn’t I?

Lately, life has been utterly mundane. I think I’ve become one of the “poor young clerks” Nick talks about: “waiting until it was time for a solitary restaurant dinner – young clerks in the dust, wasting the most poignant moments of night and life”.

Scary? Yes. But at least I get my eight hours sleep.

Hopefully, that’s about to change. It’s about time for a life altering experience, methinks; time to expand the worldview. If the culture shock/humidity/Japanese encephalitis/muggers don’t break me down into a quivering mess (a la Linus without his blanket), I’ll be back with some shiny new trinkets, a few stories to tell and a heck of a lot of photographs.

See you then!