For the first time this year, ill, a shredded throat and a febrile haze filling up most of today. But there was redemption, despite all the unfulfilled moments and disillusionment; there was Annie Leibovitz. If you were there, among all of us voyeurs, yes, it was me, it was me hacking and tearing through the [...]
In between one moment and the next, having run out of time to do work, or prepare the ground, or make a difference, this evening shall be spent in deep, indulgent, excessive contemplation. The long weekend was pleasant - Bones, Monocle, relishing the feeling of letting oneself go, mornings and afternoons spent in the pleasant [...]
Every day, even with Newsfire, I end up with a thousand or so posts that I can never read in full. Lethargy, apathy, circumstance, the litany of excuses for not being alive - not that reading every post in a devilishly simple newsreader is life - somehow gives me that feeling, that peculiar disconnectedness, isolation, [...]
Sorting through books, happily shelving, already reliving memories of adolescence and childhood, hungrier than ever before and coasting to a standstill, waiting for a time. In a way, capable of ingesting more information, more efficiently, but disconnected from drive or impetus. Names, faces, memories, a past that is textured, multi-dimensional, tangible, not the peculiarly simplistic [...]
Solitude is in short supply; it is not a desirable commodity, of course, but everyone needs a little of it, fallible, weak, sinful beasts that we are, like alcohol or a fag, or a guilty pleasure only you can know, etc. There is no solitude left in this country, feebly, we are made to feel [...]