Uber tired but still enough for a chat and some hardcore blues on spotify

This warm comforting glow, I feel priveleged, and I lie here with heavy eyelids, but so many to chat to, others to ignore, more ignoring me.

Back on site these past few days, the room where much happened but not, that is gone, replaced by some steel eyesore, flapping tarps in the breezy Leeds wind and puddles in mud and sludge and crud, where flippant students throw empty Jacques cider bottles and fag ends