This is the way they say the future's meant to feel...

The sun's shining, and it promises to do so for days. I woke up happy. I've moved beyond practical packing into building a pile of increasingly ridiculous clothes and objects. I'm going to spend a week in a field as a citizen of the People's Republic of Glastonbury...

See you on the other side!

there is a poem

There is a poem
that I write
when I watch you sleeping
but it is not this poem.

This poem is for scrawling
on the walls of the world,
the other
a folded note
in the deep archives of the heart.

I heart Jeanette Winterson.

Here's a little interview she did with the Guardian: watch it and love her too.

I heart the Hay Festival too! One day I'll actually make it there; it's more likely now that it's pretty much in my back garden. A town filled with book stores that pauses annually to celebrate literature? Heaven.