72. Monday afternoon.

I’ve entered a new phase, a very relaxed phase, no priorities, no pressure, different agenda, different occupations. No occupation. We’re about to start at the beginning again with a “lockdown” starting on Thursday. I wish there was a better word for it than that word. A “duration”, an “invert”? Perhaps more enigmatic, less mechanical and … Continue reading 72. Monday afternoon. →

50. Sunday, a week later, in Greenwich.

Almost back to normal, in a good way. Lots of healthy young men about with their sturdy legs. The shop was too busy yesterday, too many volunteers, I don’t want to do it any more, not on Saturday. I felt awkward. Christopher with the amazing sculpted hair did too. He reminds me of Harry, child-like … Continue reading 50. Sunday, a week later, in Greenwich. →

71. Thursday afternoon.

There does seem to be a depressing inevitability to all of this. Three things have happened today. I initially called them major things, but I’m not so sure now. It is hard to tell what is significant. The immediate world feels surreal. President Macron of France has announced new national lockdown restrictions. The population will … Continue reading 71. Thursday afternoon. →