s if by magic, I am at the other end of the world. In London, I get into a capsule and watch , I briefly change capsules and watch and with little sense of movement, save for some fairground ride turbulence, I am in Sydney. To travel so far should seem more seismic. It is only when you see pigeons with mohicans or the beautiful trunks of trees that
ROBIN INCE IS ON THE ROAD
Oct 31, 2022
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