11 May 2026

On more difficult days it's harder to find the 'moments of beauty or hope', which just feels and sounds naive and ridiculous when all you want to say is fuck this shit - as far as both me and the world go. 

The feeling was not majorly helped by a search through my iphotos for this day, 11 May in past years, which brought up, variously, images of this day in: May 2020 - Covid first lockdown (which I see now as both an individual and collective trauma); May 2023 - slashing open boxes in a warehouse in Hounslow containing the possessions of our lifetimes, of which I could salvage a random, inadequate sample (individual trauma/loss); Charlie still in his prime in 2018 and Uno still healthy and strong in 2022. 

I chose the latter two, along with some pictures of the garden today after rain, as an investment in goodness, love and hope -