Again my universe has spun ’round like a disco-dancer on drugs with glow-sticks in his hands, wondering if this is a weird dream or a disguised nightmare at a time when a world around me is visibly falling apart. I have recently come across a man who is desperate for writers like myself to come out and ply my “trade”. In doing this, I have set a strange chain reaction in my universe and also dragged myself into making yet more connections to a species that I find hard to relate to: human beings. I am also partially involved with a show at one of the two convention centres on later during the month. Strange how the world just works.