Happy Lupercalia!
19:45 - 14th of February, and the flower stall outside Clapham Junction station is doing a simply staggering amount of trade.
Being so close to such a concentrated source of fear, desperation and last-minute panic is an odd experience; you can see the air shimmering mirage-like; the pressure feels like the hour before a thunder storm; you can smell it. This is what collective insanity feels like.
So to get into the spirit of things I honoured the traditional roots of Valentine’s day by stabbing an iron bar into the roots of a fallen oak tree, circling it three times anti-clockwise and then sacrificing a goat. Will report back on any observed effects.