I just want to blitz something, drink tea, eat toast, share the kettle, resent Dr. Who, listen to seagulls as white noise, wake up to the sea, eat cheese, sketch dead reptiles, listen to ridiculous Scottish renderings of David Bowie, walk past a castle to class, have a campfire, go to the pub for quiz night, walk the pier, trick the short loan system at the library, save up for a fundraiser cupcake or popcorn trip, Tesco traffic, the bookstore brows on the way home, my breakfast tray that made exams ok, fighting over intellectual property, tiny dogs, French kitchens, flying, trains, stations, take-away, fried, glorious, unforgettable Scotland.
But not RyanAir and not that shower.
This first post is dedicated to Paige, Tom, Stephane, and Jessica.
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