(4:34 pm GMT)  i scaled a nine-hundred foot mountain.
i walked through the doors of abandoned ruins, littered with mcdonalds cups.
i gave a presentation on oscar wilde in front of an oscar wilde scholar.
i danced at frankenstein’s pub, where they serve hellraisers and loop monster movies.
i refused to buy cigarettes for a ten-year-old girl, who called me a cunt and threw coins at me.
i went to a play called blue / orange.
i saw the hotel where oscar wilde was arrested.
i watched jessica faint onto an underground platform, amid rushing businesspeople.
i held her head so it wouldn’t hit the ground.

i talk and plan and advise and console, run and work and cry and worry and breathe in and out, in and out.

i’m still climbing the mountain.