and hybrid work means shivering alone by a lockfast window on a sunny day

my favourite track, the album’s last
round the oval, and pound the quad

persons unknown want persons all to commute to work again for reasons unknown. and you get there and none of your colleagues are there. and its sunny outside but cold in the office. this was the human experience of service workers in 2024. i wonder what they will make of it in a thousand years. if anything…

the next day, i was cycling down by the sewage works when i felt a strong need to pull over, in the peak of the smell for some reason, to note down that my favourite track is always the last one on the album. its not necessarily true of all albums but i think it truly describes the kind of song that i typically would select as a ‘favourite song’ at any given moment. something a bit epic, maybe a big melancholy balled, or something just a bit strange. but in researching this post, i have discovered that a lot of the songs i thought were the last one on the album… were not. i guess i listen on shuffle a lot.

i still think its a fair description of the kind of songs i tend to sometimes like anyway.

the wind cools and we race to the ferry and over the hill / comfortable in the air between fiction and essay—

the best bike rides have boats in them. that’s just a fact. we were nearing the end of the holiday, and fortunately the wind calmed a bit and we got an epic ride over the big mountain in.

i was comfortable and cool in the breeze, and considering one of my favourite writers – milan kundera. he writes perfect prose, light yet weighty. deep with philosophy, shallow with the needs of flesh. the story is unimportant – the storyteller is the whole show. characters, plots and places are tools which the author uses to carve the meaning of life into his reader.