2 parts journal + 1 part linkage + 1 part random. Stir.
“What Is and What Will Never Be”
… between all the goings up and the whole of the comings down and the fog of the cloud in which we toil and the cloud of the fog under which we labour, bomb the thing’s to be domb about it so that, beyond indicating the locality, it is felt that one cannot with advantage add a very great deal to the aforegoing by what, such as it is to be, follows … (Finnegans Wake, 599: 29-34)
Yesterday I went wandering, and found myself at a place I have not visited since I was a different person. Come. I wish to show you this place.