green by katharine eastman

This is another tweaking of what's gone before. Nothing to hear or see or download here - this will all only make sense years after we have all moved on - and that is why we are here, you and I, to pass thru this stage - it's the moving-on that's the thing.

Been out every day this week, but not in a very social way - necessary shopping at quiet times, walks in places where people don't smile or chat - and my only gauge of the mood is via LBC's callers, and it seems we all feel much the same. It's not compassion-fatigue, it's more "worry-fatigue" - I just don't have the energy anymore to be worried about stuff, about the virus or our crap government or the crap way everything is or the crap mood of so many people everywhere or just life's general grey crapness. Oddly, when you stop caring about all that stuff, life suddenly becomes something worth caring about - whether in ways big or small. My ways are always small - doing this stuff, reading books, walking places, coming back, hearing new music all the time - small things that the holidaymakers etc would scorn - but these things have always been big enough for me.

Recorded this weekend, photo near Salisbury this month
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