Had to take the bus today. I hadn’t realised up until now but Miranda takes it too. She even said hi but I was thinking about what it would be like to be eaten by a whale shark at the time so I had on my face a rotten grimace. Doesn’t matter, she dislikes my kind anyway, if I have a kind. Incidentally I’ve no idea what a whale shark is like or if they can or do actually eat people but they sound both big and scary. Research required.
Have been reading a spot of Camus and his ponderous “The Outsider”. Dreamy, pleasant and unsettling. I’ve been reading bite-sized chunks in the lavatory. This resonated –
She mumbled that I was peculiar, that that was probably why she loved me but that one day I might disgust her for the very same reason – Albert Camus, the Outsider
Amen to that.