I had misty days throughout the tour, even in Los Angeles. And now the mist rises on the Thames Delta. My head is still drifting. The mist makes me feel like I still haven’t quite landed. Opening up the full spectrum of feeds hasn’t helped. Threaded tweets wasn’t a thing I actually needed in my life. I took an amused moment to imagine this journal as an endlessly threaded tweet. Not sure who’d commit suicide first - me, or my final reader.

I’m disconnected still, even with the feeds open. The 21st Century continues to pulverise the old narratives. This is acceleration, but mentally I’m hanging in the air and watching from within the mist.

It’s beautiful outside. I sit out there for hours while the phone while it whispers and pings and I just look at the trees and the sky and wonder what’s next. Not so bad.

I’d be okay with this year ending in fog. Would seem somehow apt.

Also I just saw a website designer talking about user experience and “dating the user” so I think we can call 2016 done now.

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