homeless, casually fishing

[order_and_light]

I have no wish to go anywhere. No desire to sprout wings, fall prisoner, turn into an animal, cheat death by uncanny means, talk to idiots I have no interest in for no purpose, or do any of the thousand other absurd things you tell me are customary.

My work is customary. I have it, and you have Waterloo. Waste your time reading about mud and 'merde' and the dimensions of doorways. The less time you have, the better off me.