Some of you may have noticed a suspicious silence the past few months. My apologies. I got a little broken. Maybe you know the feeling? The times when you feel like you’re living in a wat of honey? Something slow-moving and unbreathable at any rate.
For the most part it has meant that I’ve been disinclined to talk. Or write, or make or print or bake. Do any of those things that would mark me out as being alive. So I haven’t been still, I just haven’t been here. Turns out Sartre (and a whole other bunch of more depressing existentialists) had it to rights, being in-itself is well nigh impossible for people. So this is to say: I’m sorry I disappeared, I am here now, I will catch myself (and you) up and I am project.
Normal is fragile (and if you recognise the reference, delusional) and much helped by the presence of friends. Thank you, and much love.
Also, how much do I love this song?