No time to write. No time to write about the strange texture of this cool, clammy, stormy weather; or about What is the What by Dave Eggers, his novel based on the life of Valentino Achak Deng, and how much I admire the Voice of Witness project; or about The Visitor, (I thought it wasn’t opening in London for a couple of months? Well, I guess that conversation was a couple of months ago.) Zhoen wrote a good review, which speaks for me too.
Clearly living like this doesn’t accommodate having a blog. Equally clearly, I’m reluctant to stop trying altogether.