And your attempt to dislodge yourself from this fateful truth is, in and of itself, inherently ordinary, too.

When a simple question elicits a detailed answer that never sees the light of day. Until now, I guess.

So, what is my purpose, you might ask? Well...

At 6 pm, Pan Am flight 103 pushed back from the gate—and took off at half past the hour.

Control. It's all about control. It's always been about control.

...and the utter realisation that kitchen sinks are not, in fact, viable soaking tubs.