As I cross the road to my house, a car speeds past doing much, much more than 30. The car window is down. The driver looks like Aden.
Aden was the first person I met in the Dead Perch Lounge, around 3pm on Tuesday, Day 0. Aden pops up on Messenger. He’s still in Liverpool at The Dead Perch Lounge.
I’ve unpacked and sorted my washing. This feels productive.