Elon Musk asks his biographer ‘how much time does a woman want a week? Maybe ten hours?’
He sits in a cafe to celebrate the success of PayPal, even though he is angry about how the stuff with Thiel went down. He is reading an obscure Soviet rocket manual that was all mouldy and looked like it had been bought on eBay, his friend recalls
You go to meet someone who wants to know about a scene you were too young to have been a part of. You feel a little disappointing. Behind you a couple try to rob a cash machine with a pair of scissors
You see an unusual brown bird. It is in a churchyard where there has been a street party recently. Someone has laminated and pinned photographs from the party on the railings
The other day you were up early and a crow flew from the balcony. What joy! The little birds have now started eating from the ceramic dish and I feel bad for having been rude about them earlier. Who knows what their relation to time is really like. They needed a few weeks to get used to the new bowl. It’s all good. The pigeons are still causing annoyance, although not to me.
Everyday there’s some discussion or another about ‘institutions’.
I meet someone new and conversation is kaleidoscopic
It strikes me that it’s not narcissism but scrupulosity that negatively prevails all over the place. If you can’t believe in nature, or God, you can trust in ritual alone. But you must get things right, say the spells in the correct order, or something bad will happen. This, needless to say, is not a good way of living.
There’s almost nothing to be done but to recognise patterns, and in the recognition, transcend the need to repeat the same mistakes. Ah humanity! But we cannot even do this in our own lives! At least not all the time. Better to wait and hope for it to pass. And everything passes…that feeling, that need to respond, that thought, that bird, the weather…
It’s a wonder, a miracle that somehow there is something rather than nothing.
Or is there?
[Heh]