Hemmed in

I long for the days of disorder. I want them back, the days when I was alive on the earth, rippling in the quick of my skin, heedless and real. I was dumb-muscled and angry and real. This is what I long for, the breach of peace, the days of disarray when I walked real streets and did things slap-bang and felt angry and ready all the time, a danger to others and a distant mystery to myself.

The technical day - facilitated, as always, by Cyber-Dojo. Another great lunch. Too much caffeine. Debrief with Björn. Paella in one of an alley-full of restaurants. Back to my room to watch Willow on my laptop.

Heading home tomorrow afternoon.