With every passing day, you feel like you're going to wind up in some obscure corner... lonely, tired, hungry, worn out. When all is revealed, you will realise that every single minute was carefully crafted to lead you to your ultimate form - A detached lump of human being-ness bereft of love, passion, dreams and ambition.

"Pray that your loneliness may spur you into finding something to live for, great enough to die for."

Perhaps. Maybe. Probably.

All that I need is a long, uninterrupted purple bike ride. The world does seem very different from the seat of a bicycle. I think mine would look a few shades happier.