I can't shake the feeling that I've failed you all, I imagine you're not too worried about it, sorry anyway. Rather than building places of safety, I've been looking at nothing out of the corner of my eye, slowly leaking away into it, feeling a bit rarefied, will blow away soon. If I land in an enchanted forest, I'll send directions back by post- more likely I'll be sucked into an intake pipe and used to fill Twinkies or poured into a sidewalk.

Anyway, if I've said anything that made you feel bad, I didn't mean to, I think you're great, let's go on a picnic.