The Beginning of the End.
Before the Beginning of the End. Monday 9th. And it is so nearly done: a final four days frantic picking and packing Bright Minds at Mosaic FS, and I thank them for providing me with this employment and example of insanity. Although I set off with high expectations of paying off much of what I had accrued this summer I found myself unable to detach long enough from consumerism on my off days - my mind was utterly numbed from the continual radio violence inflicted between seven and five. The futility of the role (but not the person's fulfilling their roles) picking and packing 'Christmas' in such menacingly large quantities makes me wonder what use are these 'things' 'made in China' (and the rest) continually for us Western needy greedy gluttonous pigs: Christmas is a time of love. Next week I will unwind a little in the Low Countries before heading off to give Germany the chance I might have overlooked during July. There is also a slim chance I...