October 2020

Loving the sea in your head is not the same thing as loving the sea

One of these photos is not mine.

Another reason why we two are so different. 

October is on its last dregs.

This month I am reading Roald Dahl. Reading him today is not the same as reading him when you were young. I am affected how books are not written the way he wrote about his boyhood. That’s the feeling I get when I read Derek Jarman’s journals. I am reminded how solitude is now an absent part of activism, or creation.

I have also gently watched David Lynch Theatre on youtube. I am afraid to know him too well. 

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