Paper Anniversary

Dear Sarah,

One year ago you did me the honour of marrying me. Who would’ve thought we’d be where we are now? We’ve moved into a cute and unforeseen house in the trees. I’ve taken on a new job working in Lincoln again. The world has succumbed to a pandemic. Just about the only thing that’s remained is you. It’s the best life I could have hoped for - such satisfying spontaneousness while keeping you, my bedrock, by my side.



I’m not a huge fan of social media.

As I get older I feel like I become more aware of how abstracted from reality most of our day to day lives are. When I say “we” I mean to aim this at the average westerner. I can certainly speak for myself when I say that I spend far too much time occupied by anthropocene problems. Do I have any emails? How long until the weekend? I need to empty the dishwasher. There’s a new episode of my show on Netflix.