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I trod on snail last night (accidentally, incidentally) Is it symbolic? A fait accompli of being in the dark, fed misinformation and half-baked (un)truths, the frames of perception skewed and blurred, the expert and knowing saying ‘Go on son, venture out there, stand up and be brave, fear is the enemy,the road less travelled the only way, your trail to be left for others’? Bad molluscan advice that.

They’re right of course, always are. On with the show.

It’s time to walk again
It’s time to make our way
Through the fountain squares
And the collonades