By Phil Rees
I'm enjoying listening to the comedy Old Harry's Game on BBC Sounds. In it the series creator Andy Hamilton portrays a version of Satan that engages in philosophical discussions with academics. It's like a cross between The Screwtape Letters and Drop The Dead Donkey.
The entire archive of all seven seasons and the Christmas specials is currently available on BBC Sounds.
Content Warning: satirical treatment of all aspects of human depravity.
Went on Twitter to get a link. On the way out got the “25 new things to distract you” at the top of my feed. Didn't click.
Progress.
I want to find other accounts like mine. People who sit at the sidelines and see the world speed past.
How do we find us?
Spending time on Mastodon. Reading posts. Following people. Looking at profiles. Everyone I see knows so much, has accomplished so much. And then there's me. With an empty blog. No art to share. No projects I can show.
I could back off.
But then I'd still have nothing to share.
I might as well share the one thing I have.
Beginning.
Stepping away from Twitter has been like a breath of fresh air to me. So much conflict over there and all of it pushed by the algorithm. Having a day without it has cleansed my palette. Another day and I'll be able to taste things again.
It's nice not to know:
No. I'm not even going to make a list. If I can, not even think about the absence of knowledge. Just breathe.
There. That's better.