A rebel without a clue.

Today unfolded as a truly calm Sunday, a deliberate counterpoint to the "chatter" and conventional "chaos" of a Saturday, particularly the kind I avoid in Leeds city centre. My day began early, at 6:32 AM, acknowledging the arbitrary markers of time but embracing their flow. I listened to "Archive on 4" about Pétain, reflecting on the historical "unruled unfolding" of the interwar period—hyperinflation, the Dust Bowl, the Great Depression, and Soviet policies—and how these immense forces shaped an era without adhering to human "rules." This reinforced my preference for "differences, changes, randomness, true being unruled" over a rigid, imposed "order." I clarified that "chaos" implies anarchy, whereas my vision is of a holistic, natural unfolding, much like spring awakening after winter. I also reflected that what appears "disorganised" in ADHD or an allotment is, in fact, simply operating on ...