I’ve been faffing arounf and not getting things done.

It’s 2100 already and so far as I can recall, I wrote a list of things to do and of the four things I managed to go for a bike ride. And now I’m on my second big packet of pickled onion Monster Munch, third can of Lech lager, and listening to Karlheinz Stockhausen’s Gesang der Jünglinge on YouTube, whch might be quite a lot to process, if this is the first of my blogs you’re reading. I get that, but hang around and read some older posts at random. It won’t make anymore sense, but you’ll start to get the idea.

I saw this today on Twitter:

Sorry for doing this to you. It’s trully awful and I can’t even tell if it’s a fake or not. But that doesn’t matter. I’ve seen it and now you’ve seen it.

Now look at two pictures side by side:

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If you read an earlier post you will see the whole discarded, stuffed monkey photo I took with the Olympus Trip 35. You don’t see the context of the whole picture, but that doesn’t matter. As always, the things you can’t see, add to the art – I’m getting ahead of myself! But I still think that the Monkey Sitting Next to Some Sick, with Sick on Its Left Hand will always be the best shot I will ever take.

The monkey may well once have had a name and been a loved toy. It may have been an art installation for a photography group, but the whole throwing-up thing may have been controversial. Whereas, that man in the picture is called Nigel Farrage and looks more distubing than the stuffed monkey.

Each picture explains to me the state we are in and the reason to explain the state we are in. There’s no joy. Both were once loved and are in one way or another going to end up in landfill. They’ve had their time and soon will be long forgotten, because they are useless.

The reason why it doesn’t matter that the Farrage picture is real or not is that a quick Google search will provide loads of compromising photos that may have looked good at the time, but not aged well. But if the picture is real, that’s a man looking all of his mistakes in the eye and staring in to the abyss.