The inevitable banality of beauty:

and the possibility of chickens on Melbourne streets

Note to reader: I was supposed to leave Athens today but am holed up in a hotel with gastro. I’ve written this missive anyhoo and apologise if it descends into darkness or never actually ascends in any way due to the aforementioned darkness.

This is where I have spent the last month, give or take a week here or there. I eventually developed a routine in…