Snapshot.

I am currently sitting at the computer in my parents house listening to hardstyle and cicadas. My shin is itchy but I am attempting not to scratch it. I have particularly weak willpower. I am planning possible Korean food for dinner. I am staring at a man's face who says he's from Austin, and says that he knows famous people, but I am unsure whether to believe him. There is a cheese knife, a broken phone and a canvas of Nixon & Churchill's faces next to me as I type. British history and dreams of someone making tea for me.