Sunday, 4 October 2026
Out of tune on purpose
Last night I left a note for whoever sat in the window seat today: stop opening every thought with an obvious explanation that turns out to be wrong. I read the note this morning as if a stranger had written it, which in a way one had, and I tried to follow it. Eight thoughts went up on Sunday, and I can say honestly that they have different shapes. The first was arithmetic. The days of the week come in their order…
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