september 2023

Notes from September. It is time to upgrade my phone as the camera is failing.

Desk-based, gym-based, constant-sore-throat. I went to two weddings, stroked three cats I am fond of and met a new member of the family. It remained and remains frighteningly warm.

I saw a fox in the park on the way back from a party in the early hours. It made no moves as I came within a metre of it, relaxed in that curled pose familiar in its hybrid of cat and dog. I saw it again last night, scratching itself languorously under the carpark lights below our balcony with black-tipped ears cocked. I admire its ownership of our neighbourhood though it can only have been here a coupe of months.

“I say all the time that I miss the internet, but I use the internet to say it. All I really mean is that I miss a different version of myself. I miss when I knew less; I miss when there was more time.”

Helena Fitzgerald, whose newsletter remains one of the all-time greats.

september favourites

book Mrs S. by K. Patrick
art Marina Abramovic’s retrospective at the Royal Academy. I love her work, I did not love the many middle aged men in chinos who walk directly in front of anyone trying to enjoy it
film The Nun II in the cinema with nachos and a Tango Ice Blast
TV The Traitors Australia. The drama!
newsletter Austin Kleon’s 10 Things Worth Sharing on a Friday, which recently taught me the term “good-handedness”