Apologies for not posting. I’ve been overwhelmed with work, not really that much but it exhausts me inordinately, so that I am often bereft of sense and will, the motion of the spirit stilled in me.

When I was younger, and toiled very grimly away in office hell, I nonetheless wrote a great deal both at work and in the evenings. My work now is intellectual; and sufficiently frustrating and fear-braced to drain me of ideas and language.

My Kindle broke last week and so I have more or less lost all the notes I took of my reading. In any case, I rarely read these days. I awake late, get slowly ready, then work until late evening, returning home at night. I am paid barely enough to survive.

I shall attempt to post more often but my head is often empty.