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…
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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…
Making trains appear
Sometimes I wonder that I am about 80% longing and 20% laziness. As I was saying last time, I am having some difficulty with this whole lockdown situation and apparently my own custom brand of handling things (somewhat badly) is some kind of weird grief for lost opportunities, as if I wouldn’t probably keep on…
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