Minor update pt.2
Uploaded a bunch of 18.13 photos stretching back to 5th August. As usual they are not artful or interesting. They just exist. There’s a 7 day gap while we were in Barcelona. I tried to keep up with it, and Abi kept reminding me, but in the end I was having too much fun not giving a shit about the time.
I have started chewing matchsticks. Found a load of them at the bottom of a drawer. I find that they add a little Clint Eastwood to your day.
Recently read: The Comforters by Muriel Spark, Player Piano by Kurt Vonnegut, Creation Revisited by Peter Atkins and The Broker by John Grisham.
We have a bird feeder now. Every morning there is a fat juicy wood pigeon stuffing its face. There are also two blackbirds. I like to think that they are the same blackbirds that visited our garden for a few days when they were adolescent. If so, they are probably thinking something along the lines of, ‘Where was this fucking food when we really needed it?’
This matchstick in my mouth has just started going all stringy.
Have kind of lost interest in data collection. Still quite obsessed with light and parallel universes. And time travel.
I wrote a short story. It’s a bastardised version of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. As advertised on Twitter, I am planning on writing some more then turning them into a newspaper. I will give everyone a copy who asked for one when I initially wrote the tweet. You may be waiting some time.
Other writing is ticking over. Slowly. Very slowly.
