So I've been living in an abandoned cathedral, reading books and playing guitar, and it suddenly occurred to me that it's been close to two months since I've been outside.
Who wants to give me a reason? I'm very entertaining. I can do card tricks, and fold people into origami shapes. I am feeling useless and urbane, and I only go out at night. Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year--or man, or woman.