I watched the last spec of sun being swallowed by the earth once more, birthing a new night. About the hundredth since we’ve meet. A Hedge-Sparrow in the distance flies to where the sun disappeared, gone searching for it. I understand why.

Day three, 27 October

As I returned, I hear the murmur civilisation, with all those people working around the little city of me. At sun down, they’ll assemble and leave for the day. From that point until sun-up I would be alone for miles. It wasn’t exactly like that, but that was what it felt like. And it gently bursted from the headphones those aggressively smooth lines as I smiled...

Day two, 26 October 2015

When with a relaxed expression I returned, I set another log on the burning ashes, this time vertically, as one of the working-guys at taught me to do. City folk, I imagined him imagining. I wasn’t completely convinced, but the only way to be sure is to try it out.

Day one, 25 October 2015

I write this in front of a fire in a house in a slumber. Despite the late of the hour, Ada promenades through the gardens nearby, surveying her kingdom and letting the goose know who’s the new alpha around...