I'm A Fairly Undisciplined Writer.

People Talk About Escapism As If It's A Bad Thing... Once You've Escaped, Once You Come Back, The World Is Not The Same As When You Left It. You Come Back To It With Skills, Weapons, Knowledge You Didn't Have Before. Then You Are Better Equipped To Deal With Your Current Reality.

It Is Astonishing Just How Much Of What We Are Can Be Tied To The Beds We Wake Up In In The Morning, And It Is Astonishing How Fragile That Can Be.

There Are So Many Places We Have Not Yet Seen. So Many People Still To Meet.

"death's A Capricious Thing, Innit?" "yes. Yes, She Is."

I Remembered That, And, Remembering That, I Remembered Everything.