One year before the bombastic downslide

Its all going to go down in flames after a year. I have started counting. Pinned up a chart on the board. I will have to start marking the x's. But I think 29 is a magical year. I hope I see rabbits appearing out of a hat. I hope I find a bridge made of bricks. Today is the first day of the rest of my life. Sitting pretty in my eleven eleven space.

Have to quote Mr. Donwood before I put my head down to sleep -
When things like this are going on it seems luxurious to consider my own responses to them. In the valley the flames are smudges of yellow but I still perambulate around my feelings of horror and disbelief. I used to live there but now I don't. Now I don't live anywhere. Are you worried? Because I'm not.