Map of Nowhere by Grayson Perry

Emerging from a week consumed by work. An appraisal where I seem to be doing well, apparently, in some parallel world. Functioning splendidly Gromit. I barely saw light on what was a bright day outside. After a back to back day it was late by the time I listlessly shuffled out of the Marie Celeste. The weekend and a fair forecast. Thoughts of getting in the van but doubt I’ll bother. Absence. Complete. Complete utter absence and despair. And a lethargy beyond living.