I am dreaming of the place again, the end place, the escape place. A well appointed cottage placed nowhere and well placed for it. Making my way away and with others of like mind. I’ve had enough today, enough rubbish, enough of the ridiculous modernity. And I want to be well away. Alone but not entirely, apart but with community. A small one, an idealised one, a place in and out of the sun on a cold winter’s day.
I was thinking