I am the instrument of providence, she will use me as long as I accomplish her designs, then she will break me like a glass.

Who knew when taking this photograph this morning, on the brief walk to the bus stop, that such a transformation would occur? Destiny thrusts herself – like a drunken and horny uni student – upon me!

Prudency and constraints of time render it difficult to expand, but in some respects I feel like Napoleon after the Egyptian expedition. France is in dire straits. Rudderless, she drifts toward a precipice. In times of disorder, opportunities present themselves. Does one seize power from such disarray? Might one better consolidate one’s own position amongst a cabal of like-minded souls? Decisions, decisions.

Interesting times are afoot...