Over the last few years I have been unable to write this blog except when I have been travelling or during the Music Festival. The problem is that while I am here I am in no state to write and have no incentive to write. An underlying cold current of fear and depression runs through everything. Fear seems too strong a word but there are many kinds of fear. I mean the fear of being interrupted, questioned and never being given clarity. The undetermined sentence. Just a small yet constant fear that means I can do very little. Only the first few quiet hours after dawn are mine.
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DriftyintheCity
4/27/2020 01:03:38 am
Have you fully recovered? Keep up the writing. It's interesting to read your experience and what is happening in the UK from afar.
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