The lost soul has landed in Canada after spending a day and a half in the UK. The soul is tired, dizzy, jetlagged and craving some decent sleep.
The hotel is victorian, cozy, but hates daddy’s snores from the other room. lool. Im thinking of flying fish, blue caterpillars and what if an organ of me wrote a story … i am the colon of X … I got Cancer and X died …. something along this line, I’m X’s nipple, bicep, nose hair or ear wax.