fronk

I live in London. I am tired. I have time. Enjoin, collect, dissipate. Local markets, nik-naks, brikabrak, hobgoblin, mystique et all, all of it.
Maybe some little pictures in the mind or antiques, growing on the end of arms. Any postcard. The one you like is the one I would like to see.
As for content, whatever is on your mind. Let me see a little part. Write anything, nothing is wrong. Be free, at least here. Remember in one or two generations (a generation is 20 yrs) people will pick up a pen and say what is this? Imagine their highly developed lobes shrunk to clicks.
If you can make me smile, good but its not a laughing world to me. Not today, in this second of time and space, but every tic of the tock we live can be different, unique, error free! No page not found no buffering no connection lost.
I'm rambling, a popular occupation. But at least you get a little slice of me but hey if your response is yuk well so.
If you feel a little gloomy and something is getting you down write it away the blank page (screen) is ever forgiving and so am I.
So have a beneficient day and I look forward perhaps to hearing from you and you from me, in this wonderful little pass-time we have found in common. Thank you. Frank