I think of places, make them in my head, sometimes I name them too. I built a town, called it “Ignorance” and conveniently stayed in a house only to recently find it was never going to be a home. That realisation hit home. 

I left Ignorance and am currently on the move to a tiny island called Bliss. If I were to be a cartographer, I’d fix all those maps that have Bliss wrongly marked as the capital of Ignorance (they’re in different time zones). 

The journey seems exhausting and slightly heavy on the pockets of the bad businessman that I am, but I’m growing flowers along the way for pleasure’s sake. I’ll leave traces of me in some places so you know where to find me if you want to clink a glass of wine with mine.