It’s from 2013 and I have no idea what it refers to. Also from 2013 - some instructions for taking a bus in West London, some colour combinations I liked, the odd film to watch, the words “Jesus blood never failed me yet” and my bra size. A weird time capsule, no mice have got in and nibbled away at the items, but a slight disconnect from the meaning of the words contained.
The blur remains. I set up this substack at a time when I was emerging from a period of nothingness and was ready to start creating something. Then almost immediately I got a job, and that has filled all the “what the f**k shall I do with my time” void, which was the precursor to any sort of creativeness. Nothing has been made, something (other things?) has been mended, the odd word painted on cardboard.
I don’t know where time goes. In reality (my head) I am a consumer before anything else, and yet I don’t read the amount of books I used to, I see fewer plays, watch fewer films.Like many others, I blame my phone. The amount of “inspo” I have saved on insta, and yet when I have time to Do, I just eat biscuits, chat to friends, doom scroll.
Am listening to…the same old podcasts over and over again to get me to sleep.
Am reading…a combination of WWII/Persphone/classic children’s books. Give me a Nevil Shute and I’m happy.
Am eating…those lovely buttery French biscuits that you can now get here. Timtams are soon to be available.
Am watching…always Taskmaster. Geek Girl. Clarkson’s Farm. Like a weird Holy Trinity.