“I like it when a flower or a little tuft of grass grows through a crack in the concrete. It's so fuckin' heroic.”
― George Carlin
Sadly, not the best night's sleep.
Still, I'm here: coffee poured, a small bit of vegan chocolate ready to eat (I've stopped drinking red wine so I'm hoping it gives me the same acclaimed health benefits 🤞; it — the chocolate that is — doesn't, thank god, bring on a whacking great headache which is the reason I've ditched red wine for now); and I've cranked up some ambient music on Bandcamp — a place I increasingly call my musical home (I've discontinued all paid music-streaming services).
As to the rubric, like a few of my blog posts (am I still OK to call it/them that?), the idea isn't fully formed, but I still want to give you a taste of my thinking💡.
So, here we are, slap bang in the middle of a horrific Covid19 vortex that shows no sign of abating. It's killing people in increasing numbers, decimating countless lives and the economy (or the one we'd got used to), is, frankly, shot to bits. On a human level, it sucks. No, I mean it really sucks beyond anything any of us has ever experienced.
But?( Collapse )