The non-narrating narration of our lives. It is a place that I am inhabiting. The story we have given our own life. The stories we used to need to have others know, as a precursor to knowing us. That falling away. The story isn’t really a story anymore. It just is.
Things carry on like they always have done.
Too many Songs of the Week to recount but check them all out here. I finished up the Coconut Books residency and moved on Ugly Duckling Press, which is still in process. Then onto, well, I don’t know exactly, but I always seem to come up with something. It occurred to me that I’ve been running Song of the Week since 2011. Where-o-where does the time go?