Pivoting to Video (kinda)
Sorta, not really, maybe
Sorta, not really, maybe
Well… how did I get here?
#50
The party explodes from the darkness like a joyous firework filled with food and music.
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.
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.