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I tolerate this century, but I don't enjoy it.

All of the ephemera that is far too trivial to be bothered with elsewhere on this site or, depending on your point of view, a meta-commentary on it. This ephemera includes, but is not limited to art, music and literature. Most of the content here will be discussed in terms that are as abstract as possible, reality being a singularly overrated concept.

Tuesday, March 25, 2003

 
It would seem that Summer is nearly with us. I do not regard this as cause for celebration; April may well be the cruellest month, but Summer is the cruellest season. The smothering heat, in particular, leaves me drowsy and deprived of sleep. The sharp light blurs my vision. Conversely, I love Autumn; I never get bored of Autumn leaves with their wonderful gold and scarlet colours.


posted by Richard 9:44 pm