I find lately that my capacity to deal with the complexity of the world is declining. There are just too many layers and interpretations and questions and motives and maladies.
I’d like to read a good book and have a nap, wake up and eat something yummy, maybe a cup of tea. Simple. Done. None of this “Well, under normal circumstances there’s about 5 million different ways to interpret the situation and under abnormal ones, well, there would be another 5 million…So, do what seems best for all concerned, but don’t screw it up, because, people are counting on you, eh?”