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. Nor to shout from
rooftops, equally foolish and the aftermath equally awkward.
So then why not start 🙌 a blog! Be more like sitting on some rooftop;
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,
and 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.