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Musings on a Sunny Day

  I write for a fairly successful blog. Not in term of numbers or followers, but in terms of content: a well-written and balanced page of writing. The blog is composed of 2 fiction writers and a poet, it has a good variety of topics that might interest fellow writers and readers in equal measure. But lately I’ve felt the need to go solo. I cannot emphasize enough the feeling of freedom that writing anonymously gives you. Not knowing who is going to read you, not being judged by the people you know.  A desire for invisibility, or just freedom. Not expecting anything back. The list goes on, not to mention other unpleasant side effects of working with others.    In the middle of the lockdown I feel that the solitude I have been confined to is not enough, and I am trying to disengage from those few people I am still in touch with. Odd as it might seem I feel like breaking free from those few relationships I still have. As Sartre put it so well, ‘Hell is Other People’. But why? What has bee
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ASTRID AND THOR ARE BACK

PART TWO   Astrid wasn’t working anymore. Work was a thing of the past; from 2066 the global workforce had been reduced to 2%. All factories − magicians hats, as they were now called − grew underground hidden by lawns and meadows, buried under hills, so that we could count daisies and look at clovers. Thor and Astrid were relaxing after a night picnic of fruit based meals and drinks for a total calories vitamins ratio of 1/100: a vitamin intake sufficient for the next seven days. Astrid was studying ‘history in the final year of capitalism and the collapse of the last empire’. She yawned thinking how oppressive work must have been, and tried to picture herself getting out of bed every morning even when it was raining but she really couldn’t.  How lucky she was to have been born after the collapse of society, as they knew it. Of course not everything was perfect, it still rained but rain was nice if you could sit in your glass-bubble roof terrace and sip tea. In about twen
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THE SQUIRREL

Last year I sponsored a squirrel. I used to look at him running and jumping on the old elm tree and I decided that I wanted to know him better. He comes several times a day on my windowsill expecting to find roasted peanuts−this is what I’ve been feeding him on everyday for the last three months. I don’t know if peanuts are good for him. I am not an expert on squirrel and I haven’t read any books on these lovely rodents (maybe I should, I don’t want to kill him) but I know quite a lot about mine. Contrarily to what many people might think (or was it just me?) he doesn’t burry his nuts in the ground (my flower pots), that is a complete misconception of all times. My squirrel eats them on the spot−the windowsill−while standing next to my jasmine, which thanks to the fucked up environment blossomed just before Christmas and is in bloom still, or he disappears under a bush, which grows next to the roof. When he has enough of roasted peanuts he leaves them where they a
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