Hierarchies of suffering [264]

Greetings from my shed...


I’m not really typing in the GIF. But you knew that. Typing hurts at the moment.

Last night was fraught with sleeplessness. I love writing this email to you, but it’s rare that I’ll start with a totally blank page. Like now. At least I have some photos on my phone, some thoughts in my head and very soon… wine in my glass.

This post is for paying subscribers