This week is a busy and chaotic hellscape and if I survive it I hope I am able to spend next week reading and napping and writing things that don't come with a looming deadline.

I just want to hole myself up in a room filled with books and think big thoughts and pray long prayers without the constant every day stress of surviving through end-stage capitalism.

Maybe lie down in a church. Go on a walk. Stare at the sky. Point at a bird. That kind of thing.

I'd make an absolutely shite monk but sometimes I think I'd make an excellent monk.

Gimme some animals to milk or pots to make or whatever, and a lot of praying and reading and thinking to do. Excellent. I'd probably get bored of the routine in about a week, but... Excellent.

Hard labour and big thoughts make Jay a content boy.