I spend far too much time wandering around, philosophising about the world. Many of the thoughts I ponder get worked into short stories such as this. With such a turnover of concepts, I often feel a sense of repetition, as though I’ve already ‘done’ an idea. At least once a week I find myself scanning my back catalogue, checking to make sure a concept has not yet been covered. Not once have I come across the reproduction of an idea. It seems, the only thought that actually reoccurs, is my constant fear of repetition.