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It's that time in the cycle again - the "sorry I've not been posting much of late" post. Yes, yes, I've been doing other stuff but no excuse really - I shall try and get some more beautifully arranged pixels beamed at your eyeballs by the end of the week at the latest; in the meantime, can I suggest that you have a read of Oliver Burkeman's book The Antidote: Happiness for People Who Can't Stand Positive Thinking? The chapter on meditation is especially strong and, whilst I've not finished it yet, already there is plenty of philosophical food for thought. In the spirit of which, here's a space to contemplate - when you get fidgety and your mind wanders and the blankness won't come, go back to your breathing and try, again, to empty your mind:

OK, well, I'm about the press "Publish" - hopefully the space above will stay blank and restful; if not, breeeaatthhhhe.


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"First they came for the Socialists, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Socialist.

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Because I was not a Trade Unionist.

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I've read it so many times throughout my life that when it appeared in my Facebook feed I'd roll my eyes and scroll past wondering why some unimaginative ass had bothered to post it yet again - didn't we all already know it off by bloody heart?

And now here I am, another unimaginative ass, posting it on the web and ensuring that both my readers are pissed off and bored. Only it does have a new urgency now doesn't it? I mean with The Orange One in power it becomes resonant again…

Waltercio Caldas

Portrait taken at Cecilia Brunson Project, Bermondsey.

From Wikipedia:

Waltércio Caldas Júnior (born 6 November 1946), also known as Waltércio Caldas, is a Brazilian sculptor, designer, and graphic artist. Caldas is best known as part of Brazil's Neo-Concretism movement as well as for his eclectic choices in materials.