sent from: Wells St, London, UK. destination: Madrid, Spain

One day in the not so distant past I wanted to be a spaceman. Studied to be one for four years, before the need to make virtual spaceships overtook my imagination. Still, there are similarities; I work in cramped conditions, eat bad food, and after a week of working without sleep, I also feel like I’m floating. Also, everyone thinks what you do is far more glamorous than the mundane, repetitive, meticulous quotidian details, which no one wants to hear about.

It still captures my imagination, however, and I look at the friends in the field and wonder about the me that could’ve been, but isn’t.