Its a cruelty, I think. A savage and ironic punishment for a vain and fragile species. I hate it but can’t leave for various personal and professional reasons. I continue on, knowing i am ingesting a toxic substance.
Do I need Welsh dollars? My passport? Cardiff is a primal scream. I see a woman walk into the Prince of Wales pub wearing a see through skirt and a thong. I see many, many drug addicts and vagrants making their way up and down High St. In Kong, the mead is eight quid aContinue reading “Cardiff”