Structure of the world.
Thirsty metal monsters.
Maps don’t work. (Lost Lagoon.)
Lost in the Garden.
Danger. (Paradigm Shift Ahead.)
The Future. (feat. Ironing Board Building)
The Land on Four Stilts. (Canadian edition)
Ballardian Postcard. (& cormorants!)
Sweet Sorrow Lounge.
Shop Sign (Front).
Shop Sign (Back).
End of the Show.
This village is a genuine labyrinth of alleyways. If I lived there, I’m sure I could lose any potential pursuer in under a minute.
Before the main feature: a prophecy (on the way to Betina).
Prophecy fulfilled (don’t be alarmed: I don’t drive).
The common sea slinky.
Dalí (I wish)
Just what I was looking for. (Proceed with caution.)
Enter the labyrinth.
…The world’s sexiest saint.
At the heart of the zone.
Every route from here…
The Village after all?
I don’t drive. However, I use driver’s hand signals to communicate with them. Whenever a car stops to let me cross, I raise the hand to them that isn’t holding the bag of books or TARDIS travel mug to say thankyou. I don’t ever see other pedestrians do this. I think I got this from my dad, watching him drive, and I thought this was a nice way of showing respect and appreciation.
(As far as I can tell, the “original” source is this isn’t happiness.