Mr. Greene arrived in Bristol yesterday. Exciting, right? Having not seen each other for nearly two weeks, you'd assume we'd be anxious to meet up and talk about uni life and our new city. Alas, no word from him yesterday. I felt that was normal, as he would probably want to just settle in and unpack etc.
He hasn't spoken to me for 3 days now.

Right next to my halls, this little guy had been flung against the wall.
He's another piece of rubbish on the pavement now. Maybe the binman will come and clean him up. Maybe a fox will carry him away. He doesn't look his best but this is his last tribute.

You can never feel more lonely than being so close to someone, yet so far. In this city too, his city. I feel sad. I feel..