There are in this world certain lonely places: The mountaintop when a storm begins, a long drive under the obscurity of night, the unfinished attic of an old house as a child, the empty alley of an otherwise busy city. In the prolonged absence of others, our senses both sharpen and dilute.
Feeling this 😍💛. I'm wondering if there aren't ways around the endless bloating bureaucracy that we're needing to take advantage of more, like businesses being run not as businesses but as clubs etc. I can't remember the exact details but during a lockdown somewhere a cafe or restaurant closed its doors as a cafe and then opened them again as a private club which people paid a membership fee to join, which allowed it to keep running and avoiding rule 598A(b)(i)(g)(6)(k).
The fatberg's so bloated I would love to see more of us taking advantage of its slowness to poke its sides :)
Reading about the semi-retired bar operators reminded me of a small, picture-postcard beautiful English village called Guiting Power (pronounced Guy-ting). In the village is a shop, open for several hours a day run by centenarian lady. I don't know if she still runs it, but I went in and bought a newspaper just to meet her.
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"Because genius is an interaction of people and places." And this newsletter is the pub 😋🍺
Feeling this 😍💛. I'm wondering if there aren't ways around the endless bloating bureaucracy that we're needing to take advantage of more, like businesses being run not as businesses but as clubs etc. I can't remember the exact details but during a lockdown somewhere a cafe or restaurant closed its doors as a cafe and then opened them again as a private club which people paid a membership fee to join, which allowed it to keep running and avoiding rule 598A(b)(i)(g)(6)(k).
The fatberg's so bloated I would love to see more of us taking advantage of its slowness to poke its sides :)
I love it! Where do you discover your paintings and photographs?
Reading about the semi-retired bar operators reminded me of a small, picture-postcard beautiful English village called Guiting Power (pronounced Guy-ting). In the village is a shop, open for several hours a day run by centenarian lady. I don't know if she still runs it, but I went in and bought a newspaper just to meet her.
Incredible, this gives me a warm feeling of another slower epoch.