Stratford-upon-Avon, 30 July 2022

Today is my first time out of London and into the English countryside. I’m in Shakespeare’s birthplace, the farthest north I’ve been in the UK so far (it’s not really that far north, but it counts).

Topo has been rehearsing his play for a week, and I am here to visit for a while. The trip through the countryside was fine as long as I was on the train. Due to rail strikes, the last part had to be completed via shuttle bus, but at least I got to see all the small towns around here.

When I finally arrived, Topo was bursting with energy and stories about his positive experiences in the rehearsal room. I was equally exhilarated about my own realizations from the past week (partly due to being high on weed and observing that the world is bullshit).

Anyhow, we had good conversations, saw hundreds of swans at the River (which is also called the Shakespeare River; everything here is named after Shakespeare), and had Italian dinner after hot sex.

Later, we ate some special brownies and came back home, intending to continue watching that documentary about psychedelics. Topo fell asleep. Lol. Here I am, contemplating by myself and feeling an outpouring of thoughts.

The room is pretty small but okay, and the town is busy and touristy, yet charming. I wonder how I am going to spend the next eight days. It is a social experiment. I’ll keep you updated.