View from a moderately moving fast train – somewhere east of Cardiff
“This was supposed to be yesterday. I was sitting on the Cardiff/London train, supposedly about to write this very column,
and realising something quite terrible. My head was entirely empty. A vast echoing void. Bigger on the inside, but with nothing in it.
You could drop a pebble in my brain and wait for an hour to hear it land. No actually, you couldn’t
– that would be aggressive and unhelpful, so keep your damn pebbles to yourself.”
― Steven Moffat
The 366 Day Project 