Late August, No Agenda

Summer came back without warning. We’d already mentally moved on—bought wool, made peace with autumn, started building that internal fortress against the coming cold—and then the heat returned, sitting directly on top of everything like it had just stepped out for a week and couldn’t understand why we’d rearranged the furniture.

The correct response to this kind of weather is to have no plan. Give drum ’n’ bass a real listen—I say this knowing it permanently rearranges something in there—and accept that the weekend is simultaneously too long and too short for anything that actually matters. Get bitten by mosquitoes regardless, because they don’t care about your intentions. Steve Jobs stepped down as Apple’s CEO yesterday, and apparently nobody’s thought to just call the man and ask how he’s actually doing. Some things you don’t think to do until it’s too late.