Hello
So this is the first evening with wifi in my new flat and I'm having a jolly time tangled out on the sofa surround by a grotesque amount of cushions, waiting, strangely enough, for another sofa to arrive. I have a great deal to write about living in the luminescent froth of the Big City -- how sirens and shiny bus squeaks and furious, hobbling drunks scream out into the brown sky. But there is so much delicious ordinariness in it all -- how baroque my life seemed to be when it was filled with 3 hours commutes and part-time homes. the sun means staying long hours as work makes no sense. this is near kind of bliss. i can't help but notice my ever-so-slight lethargy, reluctance to spend,