There's No Place Like Home.

Reeling and Writhing, of course, to begin with, and then the different branches of arithmetic -- Ambition, Distraction, Uglification, and Derision.



I live in Yorkshire. Bradford to be precise. It's a wretched place. Especially at it's chewy centre.

I genuinely like where I live, but I hate what it's turning into. Everywhere you look something it's being torn down, burnt down, built up uglier than ever and other things just simply vanish. Either way, you're never far away from a construction site.



However, it does have the kind of beauty you need to go in search for. Every now and again you'll be caught off guard. and smile.


Stupid question but... do the people 'in charge' notice it? The state it's in, the lack of history and humanity? The majority of the town in either car parks, takeaways or £ shops. Who are they trying to impress?
It genuinely pisses me off.

What to do... What to do?