Mad October Dreams (early start this year).

Part of a massive group of middle aged men being taught to swim in a pool beside the sea, while planning for an all-belly tattoo that I didn’t really want. Oddly comradely.

Waking up from: navigating a vast and serpentine bathroom with freestanding shower-wall baffles, in search of a small box of compostable recycling bags at the other end. An ominous sense that someone else was in there.