Day 0325

Motoring through The Silk Roads by Peter Frankopan which is gripping, well-written and illuminating, if a little over-insistent in places.

Quiet, housebound day, only popped my head out of doors for a moment; drizzle, wood smoke smell, collared doves.

Perpetually awaiting a girl to slip into the role of the adored object, but have made no active effort to find one. Passivity characterizes my life!

Receding hairline.