Oh yes. No bus. Without phone service, weapons or elven cloaks, we’re stranded. In Mordor. MORDOR.
The transient nature of traveling life is both selfish and self-harming. Ambition slowly gnaws away at connections, affections.
“I feel like we hit that lorry and we’re now just continuing in an alternate life…”
To friends, strangers, family, strangers who could become friends, and the rest; here’s a quick download of all things recent.