One good day I realised I don't have to go glu myself to an unsuspecting
work of art to make an unclear point and a fool of myself. Also, screaming
into the void at times may offer some brief reprieve from the blinking contest
with the fiery gaze of the abyss.
So then why not start 🙌 a blog! Musing would be a lofty word. To be
blogging like it's 2002 again, and 375 CO₂ ppm.
Or 2004, and 380 CO₂ ppm. Or like hey, it's
the early Magdalenian again, and just
the ~200 CO₂ ppm.
A trace of life, as it were, when there was. “What's the score here? What comes next..”
Frits, 4/6/24,
& 426 CO₂ ppm
15/7 PS: If one blogpots be.. sort of urgent, ~relevant – pertinent, perhaps? Apt, maybe.. or salient. Apposite! 🫠 It must would be the one about our end.
Yes? No. If only it mattered.. Maybe!
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