“There swims behind it all a mass of tremendous life” — Moby Dick an 1851 novel by American writer Herman Melville This month has been multi-drop van delivery driving all the way in an attempt to turn mileage into music. A few days ago, I found myself loading bathroom supplies into a hire van at the back of a warehouse in pouring rain, whilst discussing abstract mathematics and the life and works of Robert Anton Wilson by phone as confused warehouse staff looked on wondering who on earth I was talking to? Sometimes I don’t understand how anything happens, and the only thing to do is climb behind the wheel and drive…
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