light at the end of one tunnel. five weeks.
Life is a series of tunnels. I don't think it's about the light at the end of one tunnel per se, I reckon we all swim through a number of interlocked tunnel-ways with intermittent breaks of light along the way. New York City is basically a fire-y comet that has a few of my tunnels on flaming at the moment. The result of this remains to be a bit of, "Ummm... for real?" Yesterday my contract for my new gig arrived. I rolled my eyes over page after...