Curtain Call

The sky is crying in beautiful Green Point; the adventure is almost at an end. I have enjoyed New York immensely. I have enjoyed it to the degree where I have compromised on my precious sleep, and my sinuses way heavy with the consequences. I thank all the people who made this possible. I thank Couchsurfing, not least because it bucks conventional scepticism.

I don't know how I feel about returning to Britain. I am no longer sure whether it is a return or a stop on a longer journey. More questions have been raised over the past year than have been answered. I can only state one certainty: the time for intellectualisation is now over. Words without actions are empty vessels, doomed to never realise their full potential. Fated to fall silent, or shout against deaf ears.

I have been such a word for far too long. I choose another word to describe myself, but I cannot pronounce it at this time. I don't even know what the letters are right now.

Tony says this is what happens while you're righting to Bjork.