I sit @ Starbucks at Paternoster Square with ****, here to discuss legal matters. This is going to be one very depressing conversation I’m about to have. My sternum is practically crushing my heart. This morning in the bathroom I thought I was going to pass out and held onto the sink. I have put stars on my ceiling and locked a cheap fibre optic portable lamp to keep glowing until it dies. I need never-ending batteries but combined with Tundra back noise, it’s like I’m laying in the jungle watching stars. Really large green stars…
