Idiotic

Checking the facts, perhaps the way the future will check our facts is through this turgid heap of virtual shit we have left on this server or that.  I wonder how much energy Google and meta and twitter and the likes spend on keeping the shit that I no longer remember in an orderly fashion.  Idiotic.

The story begins with the old man plodding.  Plodding.  He is leaning forward, he is weary.  He may be passing interesting things, a bus, a train, travelling through the city, into the country, we know because we can see the scapes passing by behind the old man, but he doesn't see because he is looking down.  Staring at the ground, not making eye contact, not needing to say anything to anyone, just getting to where he is going.  That is what plodding is.

The list
I like the idea of lists, this is the list of things that make me laugh, this is the list...

July 23
Books, that is what I am turning to this month.  Proactive action as suggested by...