the adlards

Racing through the rain this morning to stand five-deep on a platform to squeeze onto a crowded train to spend a day in perpetual meetings (they seem to continue in another dimension and just feed off me during the periods I’m in the room) then repeat the process in reverse conjured up all the usual metaphors of fuel and fire, arteries and blood, rats and races. Not a single original thought. Perhaps that’s why I’m still doing it.

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