EPIC pt2 - Wednesday 21 October



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Middle of the week. Walking to work. Starting to limp again. I'm foggy and sick, but it's thinning. I can make out shapes in the haze.

I can't pretend today to give you anything I don't have. I don't have anything clever to observe. Nothing particularly loathsome to rail against. All I have the strength to muster is the sight of a dog on a pole, noble and galant at sunset. Steadfast and brave, ready to shoot off into the cosmos.

And I nearly trip under traffic laughing, it is such a relief.