If I could be sure the craft wouldn’t leak, I’d hop in on the double and set my oars in motion. But I ain’t sure, and so I linger. On the shore, in a dither. In the distance, Conway Castle.
An undecided state is, in short, no pleasurable state.
Yours in confusion of bother and profusion of knots,
+ Great whoops of joy! Thanks to the Australian Ballet, last week I was a lucky winner of a double pass to the Australian National Academy of Music’s performance Final Breath. Thank-you, it was marvellous.