Writing on the phone in bed. Later today I give a talk at Science Gallery Dublin, on the occasion of the release of the first issue of INJECTION. Another ill-lit hotel room, more cold white sheets.  More throwing words at people in the hope that one or two land.  Molly always says that the travel suits me, but sometimes I never even want to land.

On the other hand, the venue looks beautiful and Dublin is full of fine Irish whiskey. If I could fly this bed to the pub I’d be all set. I can’t believe that isn’t offered as a service yet. Uber for flying beds. Get on that, startups.