Albion: Think of something else.

You think of something else, some of the people you love and trust with every beat of your now pounding color artery.

One of these people is this scruffy young man, who is next in our first line of points to cross.

His eyes are slit, his thoughts are as down towards the dirt as his feet, his mouth is shut and his ears are open.

Not that he could hear these musings right now, even if he wanted to. But he, like all the relevant others will know the rattle of my voice sooner rather than later.

Who is he, though? Let's become him and find out.

Even if I'm already well aware.