I’m sitting in a digital world tethered to an analogue past, which is what some people call a “history” I call it my soul. Everything I hold dear is pretty much tangible apart from my memories which are written down and somewhere buried in the mush of grey matter, my mush and my grey matter.

(I’ve never known what the difference between Grey and Gray is. Is there any?)

I spent the day today being God, albeit in walking boots and far too tight jeans, jeans that were bought when my legs were taking a breather from expansion and my vision was taking a break form perception. There M&S mirror never looked so good on that day. I was a sort of Adonis, as far as I was concerned and as there was no one to witness this fact, I bought the bloody jeans, I think they contain Lycra, and I’m pushing 52. My mind could well be on the blink. 

Today I determined how much land someone owned, by deciding the boundaries by myself, using the power of spatial awareness, a certain amount of guesswork and approximate measurements so as not to piss anyone else off or cause any disputes. All I’ve got to do now is wait…

But they never come, and I’ve been doing this a long time.