I have little of inspiration to offer today. I've felt ill the whole weekend, largely thanks to some recent distressing news about the relationship demise of good friends. Sure, it makes me grateful to think how what we have is somehow – for all its potential bumps and miscues – unfussy, less cluttered, pure. We're not 'playing' the other or hedging bets, waiting for something more 'suitable' to come along.
This realisation may have brought comfort but it also brought sadness, as the very closeness I cherish I must now crave, as our separation digs in its heels. Sure, we're 40% of the way in, but also further away, if logic would have it, than we've ever been. I'll say it again: Never Again.
I'm also conscious of my wife's sadness, sadness for our situation but also the friends. There's something forlorn and missing from her voice. I long to hold her and cheer her up and be bowled over again by the radiance that emanates when she smiles. Patience. Patience.
Patience is all very well, but it kills inspiration and creativity. As such, this will purely be a short visual diary of the last 24 hours or so. That is all.
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| Fig 1.1 View from the Clifton apartment balcony. Nice. |
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| Fig 1.2 Looking out to sea. Another pretty sunset. |
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| Fig 1.3 Julia's bedside books. Smart friends... |
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| Fig 1.4 The ugliest children's ride in history. |
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| Fig 1.5 On the train... an unmissable offer. |
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