I’ve been doing a lot of thinking this last year. Often a dangerous pastime, but while there are ever more devious distractions to avoid true contemplation and reflective rumination, I find myself deep in thought most of the time.
Losing my remaining parent a year ago, turning 56 and finally settling outside Brighton after years of moving around in various shortterm rentals where the walls were often as thin as rice paper – along wiThthe terrifying global extreme right-wing shifts – are all pointers to my current state of mind.