Two thousand arrived with a leaden sky over bristol, drenched with the nicotine orange glow of the street lights below and the underwhelming flash of celebratory fireworks disappearing into the clouds never to be seen again. It rained at the stroke of midnight. I stood in the room of my bedsit wondering ‘Is that all there is?…Is that all there is?’
Still, once the new year had loped fully in, there was a brief break in the clouds when I joined my family for a holiday in Greece during the Summer. Summer turned to Autumn, I piddled around designing virtual reality environments that could be explored online. Autumn turned to Winter, I cut off all my long hair and blew a raspberry. All the while music was playing.