So, this is my third blog in three weeks; I managed to create and then lose two separate blogs. They are around here somewhere, rudderless things without owners. I forgo memorising the passwords, and so, well, here we are.
The idea of something creative every day is something I’ve been aiming to work towards for a very long time. I have, in my time, written books, plays, put together radio shows and comedy sketches. Now, however, I am very much a lesser creature, it seems; the words and the creativity is left behind somewhere in another country, and I’ve sailed on to this one where the language and customs are different.
I am a cheerful lump tonight, am I not? I’m still getting over large nuclear events from several years ago, as well as a small stab of fear from just last week: it was thought I had cancer. Now it is thought I do not. The ‘saved from certain death’ whiplash takes quite a bit of time to get used to, and the remarkable nature of birdsong, of freedom, of all of it, is very impactful. Who I am and what I am is still reactionary, but like one of those sonic jewelry cleaners, a shape or two is becoming apparent.
Goodnight, you, where every you are. Sleep well.
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