Perhaps things that are meaning-less can be made meaning-full by stepping away from them?
The Long Fear. It’s the question in the dead of the night. It’s there when things are going well, it remains unanswered when you procrastinate
I’m writing this from a house that is feeling very sorry for itself.
The horror as my depression lifted at the beginning of the UK lockdown. It wasn’t depression stopping me. It was something far worse. Me.
I went for socially distanced beers in the park yesterday, and saw one of my favourite internet personalities.
This week has been one big distracting side show. The mainstream media environment is entirely a world of Ash and Limelight.