This took way, way too long, again. I can’t seem to escape the compulsion to make every post cohere or transmit some kind of impression. The problem is I don’t have any plan going in, so I create it from scratch beginning somewhere near 21.30. Three hours later and I can put it to bed. That’s madness. Why can’t I just choose a photo, process it, slap a video link in the box, grab one of the songs I’ve heard that day, write my sweet note and be done with it? Must everything be art? I know it’s related to a book I read once or twice, about quality. The philosophy of quality. Yeah, that one.

It’s a heavy burden. I’m gonna dump it as soon as I . . . can.

Sorry about both of these tunes. I know you’ll hate them. The Beck album is surprisingly interesting, though. I’m gonna give it a full listen tomorrow, while I sit out the rain.