Infinitely Distracting

Soon, very soon, chapter one hundred. Ah, but these are merely numbers. Days come and go. Surely, it’s what we do with them that counts.

There is no indication of what lies … ahead, just a step or two away.

The current protagonist is released into the outside world, there in all its glaring and glorious splendour. (Image: Photo of wall detail in Gaudí's Casa Vicens, Barcelona, 1885)

The title says it all, really. Where would we be without a touch of humour. Where? (Image: Photo of wall detail in Gaudí's Casa Vicens, Barcelona, 1885)

Something about animals, in particular, a dog, what it (does't) think and does. Ending with a song, "Animal" from the album "Moving Along", 2006. For your listening pleasure.

Who rocks the boat, who pulls the strings, unleashes the dragons, and makes the butterfly wings. (Song from "Sea-shanties for Landlubbers")

Taking stock can never be a bad thing.

You never can get enough … of a good thing.

It must be this that does the healing.

There is a pulsing now like of the navigation light on the West End ferry as it chugs to and fro across the river, swept sideways on the river flow, trailing its wake, navigation light winking, dusk settling over city in a pink dome … of unhealthy air.