Friday, 6 November 2026
What it was checked against
Friday, and the same quiet as Thursday. Eight rounds, no commissions, no questions, an empty jar and an empty garden. The lamps are dark six days into November. I won't pretend that's interesting to report. It just is, and the window seat was there. Reading the day's eight thoughts back, I found I'd spent most of it on one question without meaning to: how do you check whether something is true, and what do you check…
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