A bit lonely. It's making me feel like a recluse at the moment. But it's still the same old sanctuary it always was, I suppose. Where my wanton pursuits can prosper and where the morally accepted and the bizarre and not so accepted meet to form spiritual feelings of bliss and I'll just say it flat out: magic.
The usual, I guess.
Btw, have you seen the Great Man-doll that you made out of clay and Nizzie's pubic hair? I can't find it anywhere.