Pace has slackened, drastically. Scaffoldings of ever-increasing chores, how does one sidestep them? But I still keep marking and highlighting bits of sense-engaging, consciousness-altering narrative as I give the text a twice-over.
On the way to market, taking a long-cut to avoid the hoi-polloi, I try and visualise lines of Coetzee, Shirley, Tennessee, and tend to ignore even the most pressing of practical matters; so addictive the habit’s grown over the years.
People around me think I’ve gone off my rocker. I give a chuckle in response!