You probably think I am being lazy, or have lost interest.
Perhaps you think I have simply run out of steam?
Conversely, you may think that I am overworked.
You might think I have gone on holiday to a wild, remote place.
What a lovely sense of humour you have!
No, none of the above. I just have not blogged.
I am busy with the inner self.
It’s quite a big job, and involves smoking a lot of cigarettes.
And lots of coffee. Really spiritual, all of it.
I promised a man I chat to at the café last week that I would smoke less.
He is an expert on the matter, having never had a cigarette in his life.
I saw a really cute quote by Aldous Huxley on Facebook the other day.
It was completely taken out of context, and sounded benign, comforting even.
I recognised it as having originated from one of his essays on his
experimentation with mescalin.
Yes, in the 1930s. And what a brave new world it was, by all accounts.
I have never experimented with mescalin, nor do I feel the need to do so.
My ten minutes allocated to this guff is almost over.
No photo again today.
The inner self does not have a conventional or digital camera.