The day starts with learning music by feel and imagining a movie that reaches the audience through sound, smell, taste, and touch, then shifts into old-film admiration, fear of catching Covid from Milan, and a protective...

Anne Frank’s line about “never had a real friend” got echoed, then Guinness and Irish stew nostalgia took over. Anthony Bourdain clips and Jameson praise closed the night, name-checking Troy Billet and Grace

The visible page is almost entirely locked away, with only fragments and an ellipsis left on the surface, so there is no fuller T1 or T2 day story to package honestly here.

The page runs from Trump-as-showman and startup-event boredom into cyber ambition, defense-deal fantasies, ISIS anger, Apocalypse Now, and Sri Lanka strategy, then finally steadies with Alex Marsh, who talks James, Ayeshah,...

I wrote this day in a blur of heat, insomnia, food obsession, drug talk, and Trump-era self-mythology, with the whole thing reading like overstimulation trying to pass for momentum.

I coped with nCoV anxiety the way I often did then, by turning to food, ritual, and belief, while trying to convince myself that comfort, faith, and appetite could keep the panic contained.