get on with it, the days are ticking by. All the talk is fear but there are new building sites across the town and we’re not even in recession yet. I bought a monthly comic today and the guy at the till double-checked the price, “in case it’s gone up.” Prices are frothing but he’s driving an Audi TT. Maybe the crunch is coming but it’s not here yet. It’s fear of how bad it’ll be next year that’s in the news, keeps people watching the tv hosts shouting, keeps us comparing bills. I feel slapped in the face with the economics. I’d rather be talking with a friend about the comic I got, or Lermontov and how he puts the character right before you in a sentence or two, or that silhouette of a black hole. But the business of living has the gravitational edge, it’s hard to snap free. Meanwhile the concrete is drying out on the tower and the workers will be in soon to fit out. I’ll walk down there in a few months and they’ll have finished. Time to get tapping at my own chapters, fashion my own spire.