Like this:

My head hurts. I put a thief in my mouth to steal my brain, as they say. Sometimes you need not to think.

I used to write a lot here, and be content enough. Now I am on tilt.

I am busy, working both at work, and at home when I should let myself have some time off. When I do take some time to myself, I end up playing with my work.

The timing of things is such that I should seek some publicity.

Yet, I don’t really want it. I know it’s a boon for my future career, but I’d prefer to let the work speak for itself. I don’t need for everyone to know *my* name, just so that the right people know what I know. I only need to share what I know with the ones who could actually make a difference.

The ones who stare deeply into the truth and share the measure of the horror with me.

Later, we’ll laugh about it. Once the fixing gets started.

We’ll know that we knew before anyone else. The rest of them will soon claim they always knew. They already do in my experience.

Have a saffron gin and tonic or a lavender martini. Then take some small comfort in your fortune.

Fortune# Your future will contain many books and much time for reading.

That’s a promise and a radical kindness.

Because book tokens go a really long way in our world.

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