I've gathered all my notebooks from the past two and a half years. 10 in total, none of them are filled completely.

Bo Diddley's best 15 hits, 3 cups of coffee, too many cigarettes to count and a slice of toast with jam later and I'm still not done reading everything. The rain taps on the skylight in the kitchen and noon rolls into the evening.

Tell them I'm not ready to leave.