19/6/24 (no thoughts just zzzzz)

Hello reader,

I promise today’s blog is nice and relaxed and contains no opinions. Probably.

I’m slowly working out how to write a blog about the things I’ve learned over the last few weeks, about how we think about activism, and assign blame, and prioritise things nearby over things far away, and write threatening messages to strangers, but I don’t want to think about all that for now.

I’m staying at a friend’s place this week. It’s quiet here, and I’m getting better at ignoring the internet since I started to have real physical reactions upon seeing the little red blob by the bell on F******k. I’m knitting and watching Netflix and listening to the birds as well as getting down to thinking hard about a long, wordy thing I’ve been working on for a while (currently calculating that at the rate I’m going, it’ll be complete in 2034, mark your calendars). Here’s a thing I wrote this morning before I succeeded in getting out of bed:

Time is absorbed by comfortable bedlinen
gravity weighs a body down
I meant to seek an early bedtime
Tins full of pins and paper
Greenhouses sunk into soil
be gentle with me morning
awakening is so rude
I pour beers badly
in a bar of sleep potions
Cocktails of simple snoozy golden flakes
Gravity defies me
or the other way around?
I know there’s nothing wrong
but my weakness for soft comfort
and distance from responsibilities


This bigger thing I’m writing wants to have dreams threaded through it, into it. What’s reality anyway? Hmm. Not sure I want to get that metaphysical. Time for a cup of tea.

Jessie x

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