Good Grief 321

I had plans but they came to nothing so I just walked.
When I was out last night my friend asked me what I was doing at the weekend and I talked of my plans. Always handy to have some little fabrication up your sleeve to make it look like you're doing something, living a life of some sort. It's not that that it is a lie; it is a plan. It just doesn't get to be executed.
As it is I've saved money on a journey, on a ticket and on a cold night in the van.
So I just put one foot in front of the other and walked locally. fresh air and exercise. Thoughts of neoliberalism as I trudged. I thought about an article in the Independent, on mental health, and similar elsewhere, the politics of the changes that have taken place and that I've been a part of and I wondered how much I have been a part of the culture of the individual that we have fostered...probably at a significant cost.

Later I took the van for a late run to the shops. The whole food thing gets tedious and I needed to offset the relentless diet of pasta so went in search of kale.

I apologised to the van for yet again not getting going and taking her on a little trip. How is it possible to be so wedded?
We drove together through the darkness, bonded as ever, the steering wheel running through my hands and arms, extensions of one another (more Flann O'Brien). She needs to be going for her winter retreat soon and I can hardly bear it. We inhabit each other.