The Bald Nomad
So close, yet so far.
The first stop was the hospital.
The party explodes from the darkness like a joyous firework filled with food and music.
…is colder than LA in the winter.
London grew in fits and starts, bound for a millennia by the slow crawl of humanity.
I fled 1770, days late and angry, a little after 1 in the morning.
I hate being bored.
Just off the coast of Australia is the world’s largest sand island.
I left Melbourne, a city I love, for Perth and Western Australia.