"What do you do?" He asked me politely.
"Nothing." I replied in a guilty manner like I'd been caught out doing something naughty.
"Nothing? You must do something"
I wish I knew what that something was...
"Im kinda waiting on my sisters so I can get my band started again."
My response was without thinking but it pretty much summed up how I've been feeling since moving to London in terms of productivity. Nothing.
Visual terms: No man's land complete with omnious mist, crates and barbed wire. Like stumbling around with no idea of what to expect and occasionally tripping over insignificant foreign objects just to get up & start again.
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