I read Wendell Berry today. Maybe I was overthinking but his essay on free markets kind of sent me into a thought spiral.
Some kinds of writing has a deep effect on me. Recently I can’t read much either because it is too boring on one hand or too affective on the other.
I watched a Victoria Wood comedy. Sometimes I think I would like to inhabit the world that she conjures up. It’s kind of wet weekend Morrissey.
Morrissey sings “everybody’s lost/but their pretending their not”. Could be kinda true.