Another next-day catch up, backdated.
I had a hot date with Paul McCartney last night and was so wiped out by it I couldn't face the thought of blogging afterwards.
It's hard to define what the problem was as it was deeply existential. Something along the lines of:
How glad I am to have existed on this planet at the same time as Paul McCartney, how lucky to have experienced his great and joyous gifts; but how painful too that beauty and joy and life itself are so fleeting. Oh shit, Paul McCartney is going to die in my lifetime. Please don't die, Paul, I couldn't bear it.
I remember when I used to do fun stuff outside of the house on Fridays.
Today's Photo: Beauty And Truth
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