"Here's a postcard from my exile Though you will shed no tear I was noble Cordelia You were foolish..."

'deep parody', 'parody of the parody', 'conceptual parody'. Don't name it, don't define it!

🎶Just another man(i)c Monday!🎶

I changed my bio. It was between "Can't be arsed" and "No Coquette!" I was very much going with the theme of British innuendo!

"See the difference, darling. 'Architecture' isn't a building like a bicycle shed. It 's a whole aesthetic, it's a building where the finger of the divine can be sensed in it's walls. The fingers you sense in your walls in a bicycle shed are altogether different!"

"I choose to live in the far away places, the back streets on the outskirts of the suburbs of fake life. I choose to be a stranger, who now and again passes down the high street, looking neither to right nor left, before retreating homeward >

// just me doubling down on my exile with my patron gone

// and see who gives a toss 😂

"I have my mistress, which is my ultimate refuge, and my 'silent security'. After all who else would endorse my self indulgence and dismissive disdain?"

// and without taking anything away from anyone else, I feel slightly exposed. I benefited from her patronage. It was always generous and undemanding.

// did someone knock the door or did I dream it. I mean its 3.40 in the morning, but its also Saturday night (well Sunday morning) but you know what I mean.

Sultry Sunday

// new pinned folks

// I know this is not perfect or 100% germaine, but I am proud of this interpretation:

// my interactions are 50% down 😂