Everything poised in a no man's land. I know, this is all very vague. But it's how it is. This is a strange day, this anniversary of the day that my life began. It might be easier to say birthday, but it's also the first complete turning of the earth since your life ended on what was also your birthday. A difficult feat to achieve, but you somehow managed it. I have only come across this birth-death day once before: it was a photograph in a paperback. One of those lion things. Born Free, that's what it was. Elsa, her tombstone and the dates coinciding. Even then, I knew that this was peculiar. So how to celebrate? Everything in the balance, I'll try and do my bit to make sure nothing gets up-ended. Vagueness is the only certainty, if you need a specific.