Something like two weeks of intense deadline work - like, didn’t leave the house between Thursday and Monday intense - is finally wrapped. I’m reading Essays In Idleness again and thinking about taking the rest of the week off. My hands hurt and my brain is so broken and pliable right now that I could be hypnotised by someone wagging a finger.
ESSAYS IN IDLENESS is a work in the zuihitsu genre - the fragment-diary form that is essentially the root of what we once called “blogging.” (Alongside, perhaps, zibaldone and other commonplace notebooking.) I used to do a lot of observational stuff in that style here, back when I was travelling a lot. Back when I had the time. This site has lain fallow for much of this year. Which is bad, because it was always good for my writing to sharpen up here in the mornings. It’s been a long, hard, busy year, so far, and god knows the last week hasn’t improved anything. The last week has been as destructive to my country and my future as pretty much anything I can remember.
So we begin again. Hi. I’m Warren. Good morning from me and my computer.