Can't take the heat. Can't stand fighting for space on train, on bus, in staff room. Every now and then, I feel everything collapsing inwards. I think I'll take a holiday back into my little corner of the world.

I'm drunk with more dreams of travel. Dreaming I'm walking in the streets of India in the monsoon pour. wandering in a strange land, lost in the mountains of Kashmir. let's go let's go let's go eeeaaaaahhhhhhh. away away away. gone gone gone