After an entirely sleepless and distraught night I was up well before dawn.
I have no idea why I do anything. There is no sequencing, no structure. It all feels entirely unsustainable and utterly exhausting. I lurch from one thing to the next and moment to moment. Episodic.
By coincidence I have downloaded ‘The Tyranny of Story’ https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b0bfxw6j
This is obviously the episodic version. The one I will end up reporting to the world will be the narrative version. As if! As if there was some wonderfully constructed grand plan. Hah!