Jan 1 and home at 7am and up at 3pm. 9pm struggled musings on the year that went by.
A real quiet year really, despite several hardly insignificant disruptions. I almost can’t remember the first half of the year, it just smoothly flowed on by (‘Slowing down the world to make sense of it.’) March was big, I think. Summer was a non event, I’ve no memory of it. August blew. Sept was manic, with a massive chunk of activity and movement chained without break.
(Sept was maybe an insight into the type of life I’d like perhaps like to live, but probably don’t actually have the strength for. The type of life you see in people where they’re shuffling travel, work, leisure, projects and lifestyle without a hint of difficulty, without any outward sign of feeling the pressure. The sort of person who flies between states or countries on weekends, with a weekend bag of apple products, effortlessly interchangeable base layers and unreasonably clean tennis shoes. The sort of person who is productive without any need for productivity software.)
Oct/Nov didn’t go in quite as hard as they always used to. December has never had much to offer me. Year comes through, and you’re here at listmaking season looking back wondering what exactly the last year offered you, what you offered it. What life is, and what it could or should be.
A few misc 2015s that don’t fit anywhere else.
3 books - Thomas Pynchon - The Crying of Lot 49, JG Ballard - High Rise, Owen Hatherley - A Guide to the New Ruins of Great Britain.
3 exhibitions - Agnes Martin at the Tate Modern, Goya’s Witches and Old Women at Somerset House, Time. Conflict. Photography at the Tate Modern.
Some things, not many mind, that happened this year, that might be looked with hindsight and marked as “noteworthy.”
changed job, twice. (narrative).
saw Kanye West live, for the first time.
visited Copenhagen and Gothenberg. (on £10 each way flights, too!)
broke up with girlfriend of 5 years (welp).
physical health stabilised, mental health didn’t (welp).
tried to more effectively micro-document own life (as substitute for ever declining memory capacity + attempt to better communicate outwardly and internalise less, became utterly self-obsessed as result) via video diaries, daily photo challenges, weekly newsletter etc.
went to London Film Festival & Berwick Film & Media Arts Festival, and wrote things about them.
really very little, …shit.
Otherwise, going forward, dream a garden, I guess. Not just hope for better, do all I can to make better happen.