So I’ve been back a while now living in total solitude. It’s amazing how little this village has changed in the twenty five years I’ve been living here. Take the post office. Everything is arranged in exactly the same way as I remember it as a child. It looks like they’ve been buying exactly the same stock for decades. The last time I was down I had my haircut in the hairdressers. Again this hasn’t changed its interior since as long as I can remember: people like shabby it seems. Everything is so static: change is actively resisted. I feel alien here now. Maybe I’m paranoid or maybe it’s just the fact that there is nobody my age in the village. Where are all the young professionals? Where are the twenty-something wasters even? They must be around somewhere. I can’t even go into the pub anymore, though that has changed but alas only for the worse. My main daily contact with other human beings is going to the shop to buy the paper. Unfortunately the old woman who works in there seems barely sentient, just a human shell that mechanically acts out its tasks. Not much of an update but not much to tell I’m afraid. Got to get some inspiration…