Pens and Paper

Here’s another blog that I follow… although we mostly tweet each other on a daily basis. We regard each other as dear “Twitter friends,” who hope to meet in “real life” one day. He is extremely brainy, reads voraciously, has a cat, loves very cold weather and is an Arsenal (and Mesut Ozil) fan. I can only relate to the Arsenal part, quite frankly; I am not as well read as he is. But somehow, he puts up with me… Sending love to B, via my blog!

Arsenal’s Mesut Ozil. This one’s for you, B.

Destructive Anachronism

Last autumn, my mother asked me what I wanted for Christmas. There were the obvious things, those I can never have enough of — certain books (that I will read; understand, it’s just a matter of place in the queue… and the queue never in its meaning must end, never ends), another Arsenal shirt of course (the ’17-’18 alts are really badass), but otherwise I really couldn’t think of a thing I actually wanted. An end to inequality, universal healthcare, free education, an end to wars we never should have begun to fight? A boyfriend? Hope?

One does not ask for those things, my Protestant superego responds; they are granted. To whom? I dare to ask. Not your lot, I’m told… take a drag, toss it in a mucky ditch brimming with seventies’ filth — the burnt ends of toasted times, of garret-grey hypnotic crimes, all to pass, a-ha, at…

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