Life feels brilliant, I have that high that results from spring and the feeling that I am alive though I do live in london, which deadens you a bit. too much stone and concrete makes a place like a graveyard or a rock formation, cold and empty , even when full of people. empty of the smell of life, soil grass trees birds. the only bird are scabby imitations of what they could be, the trees appear to exist like those on the side of a mountainm rising from small patches of soil, restricted and condemed either to wither and die in the barren wastes, or to rip up the skin of concrete and bring down the towers of stone.

Hello Fake and transitory World of the extra-net