One of the things I desperately want to do with fire is to cook with it. I mean, that’s a given. The first thought I have when faced with anything interesting is “what can I eat?”: that’s just who I am.
A separation resolved in absentia. There are no lines on the face of time.
I enjoy technology, and I always have. I aspire to new kit and I lust after shiny objects. We are all but magpies after all.