“So what are you going to do with yourself now you have so much free time?”
“Watch Flight of the Conchords? Lounge about cafes writing poetry dedicated to the strangers at the next table? Reunite with Jim Beam?”
Au revoir tristesse, bonjour new lifestyle [yes I slipped out of French there but there’s a time and a place and now is not the time for strenuous mental endeavours]. Hello folk parody and sonnet sequences and the bars and clubs of this beautiful town. I feel like I’ve finally made it to that blank unexplored area of the map which has written atop it Here be monsters.
I’m quite excited.
