Yesterday was Nico Vos’ birthday and he wanted no noise made about it. It was a quiet evening there was cake! no photos allowed he bought himself a little something I did offer to get him a fishing license but in a practical way he said nah let’s get it in the spring So we ate home made Nasi goreng and drank a decent amount of…
We were taking turns to speak no one was listening And this was just in conversation with myself.
Dear Stewart, I’m sorry you’re depressed but I feel it’s helping you write well I see more of you when your little feathers are exposed depression seems to suit you. Stewart’s reply: I like myself less when I’m depressed. But I’m probably more real. Its complicated. Stewart said some other things:
On Sunday a puddle of atheists gathered for high tea and declared ‘some people wear their religion well’ Beauty all around. oodlie inspired by a delightful human called Catherine Grace, who wrote this book.
I can’t think of anything more heartfelt or true(r) to say at my funeral than hush now there’s still ice cream
I met a Griffon called Bido today I think it was short for libido. my little griffon, Jerry Lee and horny little Bido
it’s not fairly obvious business knowing how to live