The future should look like the future — all right, but what kind of future? Billions for defense, billions more for infrastructure, but to what avail? Also, novel forms of morality with nothing to recommend them, served piping fresh.

2025–10–24 Starting late and frequently interrupted, a ramble around London Saint Pancras and King’s Cross railway stations in search of a Folkestone bus pass. I swear it makes some kind of sense in context!