A Dream -- Saturday 29 August

I'm dancing with Archimedes on cobblestones damp with starlight, his ginger fur like sunlight painting the midnight heart of London. The scent of blooming flowers from vintage fabrics billows around us as pigeons in top hats coo like distant servers echoing ancient secrets. Shadows of stars dance at our feet, resonating like piano keys under Schwarzschild's gaze. I am Galileo, laughing with Tupac under the moonlit square of my mind, wishing we could ditch time for a stroll along Columbia Road.