Notes from Saturdays

This started in the hope of being a weekly thing. It was even named in that hope: Notes from Saturdays". Apparently there have been 3 Saturdays since January 1, 2022. What a truly shit year it's been so far! I don't write. For many reasons; One, my stale mood. Two, not much to say that I think anyone would want to read. Three, does anyone read this? If it's just me writing to myself, well it's already in my head, why take it out to shove it back in?! But then I saw tonight that I had totally forgotten how my last New Year went. I'm glad I had written it here. I'm extremely lonely... and mortal. There's no need to dramatise my mortality like that really. I'm no more mortal than anyone else. We all can equally drop dead any minute. But what I'm trying to say is, if I drop dead now, there will be nothing left of my existence. Nothing will outlive me. Not even a tree. In fact there will even be fewer trees because of me. What I'm saying is, if I...