London,. . . like a bowl of viscid human fluid, boils sullenly over the rim of its encircling hills and slops messily into the home counties.
Calvin the zombie searches for food. Horribly, the undead feed upon the living!. . . Although, in a pinch, a PBJ will do, if you eat it messily enough.
We begin to find and become ourselves when we notice how we are already found, already truly, entirely, wildly, messily, marvelously who we were born to be.