All about the magic of typewriters and text miraculously appearing. That kind of thing. You'll just have to listen to find out more.

Success, failure, how does one measure such things, with a sexton or a yardstick, or simply with the thumb. The story continues, now in the depths of Hackney. (Song "Being born" from the album "Through the mirror" 2019)

Taking stock of an unloved abode cut crooked by intersecting destinies in the backstreets of Hackney. It looks something like the Earnshaw farmhouse of Wuthering Heights, just a couple of scrawny irritable hounds lacking. Possibility is in the eye of the beholder. Listen in to find out more.

My list, of course, unsurprisingly not unlike anyone else’s and not worthy of analysis at this point in time, or perhaps, ever. I am standing on the corner with a suitcase in my hand, …

Just what would you do with the last few days.

Everywhere you look something you have not seen before, these glimpses and glances, insights and out takes, insinuations, hints and intimations, all grist for the mill, material to tailor into a unique new suit.

From the city centre I radiate out, taking it all in, taking in the immensity of it all.

Think of London, small city. It's dark, dark in the daytime. People sleep, sleep in the daytime.If they want to, if they want to. I'll find myself a city, find myself a city to live in. (Talking Heads - Fear of Music)

There is clearly much to learn about this life, as every step reveals, and curiosity reigns, as reserve is suppressed and restraint denied.

This day has only just begun and here I am in the capital, entering this Roman shell in all its outgrown glory. I disembark at Victoria Station, trailing like a tramp my meagre goods and chattels, looking all about me, dazzled by the old newness of it all.