October 22, 2009 – A Person from Porlock

i was about to write a few lines yesterday when a visitor interrupted me, and reminded me of the publicness of this society. Like in American comedy series, but unlike real life in America, people knock on the door all the time – sometimes on a whim, sometimes because of a vague promise to ‘drop over in the afternoon,’ and sometimes because they’re been invited. But the person, at least in my life, comes before everything else. So apologies to all my virtual friends.