Mens sana in copore sano so they say which these days is a worry as the sedentary blur sees a time-lapse of my fattening *** shift marginally on the sofa while the pallor of my skin makes corpses wince and message u ok ***?
Given my increasingly potato shape what state will my cabbage brain be when they finally give the all clear?
When we are once again allowed near I envision sitting with my primates grunting fear as the brave one reaches for the monolith