Not the red baron, not Charlie Brown

So its back to the day job. Its back to the roads. Its back to sliding doors. Its back to branded walls of yellow and white. Its back to G5's and pretty wires.

Finally started out at Landor. A messy first day. The office is under renovation so everyones floating. Ghostly image of fear. I am not the red baron, I am not Charlie Brown. I am just a little kid standing on the sea shore waving out to a ship sailing towards utopia. Oh, how guilty I am, its not funny. Your sunshines missing. F1, dial 1-00-to-get-hurt. I am deathly.