Been thinking about Life on Mars. Not in any deep or meaningful way but like. Imagine being sent back to 1973. They didn’t even have Madness. They didn’t have Madness back then. Can you imagine being English without Madness.
“You didn’t tell me where you’re heading this time. I know there’s something strange about this mission.”
“Why?”
“The silence around it is louder than usual.”
“I’m sorry about what happened to you. The most important thing is you understand the life you once had is gone. the choice you have is about the life you have next.”