I don’t know what I’m really doing here…

…. honest… the whole thing is coming apart.

I’ve done fuck all since all this happened.

I’ve driven around the country for weeks with an obsessively cheery Irishman, moved into a hut with an amnesiac psychopath and finally taken up residence in an under sized caravan on a beach near a nuclear power station…

I haven’t called the police or looked for Lucinda or rung home or tried to piece things together… or anything other than just tossing aorund on the Internet with this pointless web-site whilst real life… my real life… the real life I had at home is coming to piece…

I’m even being stalked again and I’ve done nothing.

I can’t even be assed to work out why I’m being stalked.


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