It has been four weeks since the last newsletter, which I think is probably the longest gap acceptable for a newsletter, even it it does proclaim to be a 'sometimes' one. I find it amusing that as more things happen and change, and with increasing frequency, the easier they seem to change from 'news' into 'I can't even remember what happened last Tuesday'.
It's not always possible to notice that you're moving, not always possible to even tell the difference between sitting down and standing up. It has certainly felt like I've been sitting down a lot, but that's probably because I have—I've been living in Rio de Janeiro for the last two weeks, and will here until early January, working on the manuscript for An Illustrated Guide to The Universe in a determined and somewhat hermit-like manner. It has been horribly productive, but time here moves differently, and I seem to only ever be noticing the changes in cloud cover rather than the hours on the clock face.
ON THE JOURNAL RECENTLY, OTHER THINGS:
They definitely don't all count as recent because we're halfway through December, but everything is relative and so there was some ultramarine, feeling unprepared, and more blue.
THIS WEEK I FELL IN LOVE WITH:
A delightfully hefty new volume from Taschen containing the beautiful work of the 19th-century German artist-biologist Ernst Haeckel. If anyone needs me, this book is where my head will be.
The end.
So, there we have it. I'm here, you're there, and what a lot of time and space there is in between us. I suppose one of the most wonderful things about leaving is that you get to return, which is all well and good until you begin to realise that you might in fact just want to stay.
Farewell, see you next sometime.
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