One of the many completely unnecessary facts of the day to be known to the world:
Today I have been wearing fully white panties for the first time in my life. Don’t ask why it took me a quarter of a century to do so.
As a teenager your entire days carry an existentialist approach…but now? What phase are we in, in history – me? – to question what has been built in reality?
I never had many answers anyway, and if so I denied them. 
Hmmm a glimpse, probably, lies in the rows of apple trees in the Kentish countryside.
Look, down where a piece of a farmer’s cottage resides…in each one…don’t link…early birds in neon waistcoats arise…in a new line.
There are no empty spaces.