I’ve been having a recurring dream about forgetting to pay the rent on my rarely used CBD office, and—turning up one day to find the entire place gone, replaced by several new businesses—having to investigate what happened to all my furniture and computers.
I’ve never had a CBD office. The walls between worlds are thinning again. I noticed a patch of mist last night. Just quietly, you should stock up on essentials; I think we’re headed for another lockdown.