Things that move too fast..

Yesterday I went down to the small wood alongside Clara Bog, a sort of palate cleanser after supermarket shopping to stretch the legs and try to air out the headache out of its squat in my brain. I wasn’t really expecting to be very engaged in those circumstances, but as it turns out there were…

Where time is marching on ..

… and we’re all stuck at home losing the thread of it all. I strongly suspect I would actually be pleased enough with the phenomena (of the change in the experience of time) if I didn’t feel like I was losing stuff to work or making work fit in a box that’s managed somehow to…

Things need to change, and soon.

My twitter account is full of it, all the thousands or thousands of ways things could be better, should be better and especially at the moment, so soon after Greta Thunberg’s passionate speech has been ringing around the internet and stupid people are all trying to silence her for being Aspergers, young and a girl…