It didn't seem to have rained that much, but the river's burst its banks and you can't get across to the fields and railway line. Not...

The countryside is rather unappealing at the moment.

Little shafts of light between judgmentalism and criticism.

It's interesting to consider what the role of ethical debate actually is.

Oh so short today. My inspiration has been drained, I fear.

A 'who', not an it.

It's not that I'm bored so much as finding it hard to be motivated.

You might have got the impression from the last two posts that I am not the happiest camper at the current time.

Now she says, 'And I'm not having the vaccine. It was rushed so it won't be safe.'

Look. I know I'm a misanthropist, but, really, what's so great about humans?

I've been happy. I'm sure I have.

Back on New Years Eve, I saw the fireworks from my windows.

Why Genghis Khan was so powerful.

I like to think that I am reasonably self-aware.

I've been thinking about difference.

We all have to stay at home in the new plague year.

Time is the gift that keeps on giving.

...days of calm with a sky more blue than seems possible.

We touch each other without touching.

...what's the other thing? Death? Oh. Famine. Right.