Melbourne city is coming back to life. Things are up and down, busy one day and not the next. It is a bit strange still, and many people are still dying. Curious situation. I am not sure what to make of it all.

Hardware Lane, Melbourne CBD

Do yourself a favour. Just don’t bother participating.

It’s overrated anyway. Books offer much better virtual worlds, and no-one will skim 25-50% off the top of every interaction.

If you choose to participate, knock yourself out - but give your stuff away for free. 25% of zero is zero.

Phuck the Zuck.

Yesterday I spent seven hours doing some light demolition work on an office tenancy. I am really not accustomed to physical labour nowadays, but apart from a couple of blisters and some aching muscles, it was perfectly ok. I didn’t collapse and got through the day.

One day later I find myself in a still-slightly-transformed state of mind. Non-physical labour is easy in many ways, and doing a day of physical stuff reminds me of this. More physical stress in this case equated to less emotional stress. This is not always the way, but it was yesterday. I feel - just a bit floaty. (A poor description really.)

So nothing profound, no permanent shift to the left or right, or up or down: just a bit weird and strangely in-my-head despite the modest but sustained dose of light exercise. I can report that there is nothing particularly cathartic about pulling up dusty carpet and dislodging nail-boards that have been firmly fixed into a slab. It’s all a bit of a slog in the absence of actually swinging a sledge hammer at a drywall, which would be more fun but generate even more mess to clean up.

Still quite satisfying. Now on to a more sedentary week.