A curious aspect of waltzing out of the rat race was the sudden compulsion I felt to compile lists of everything I could get up to with the luxury of time. The habit, fortunately, abated once my exit was achieved. Yet it remains in one key field: photography.
Exiting the Barbican after the excellent Peer Gynt, I noticed a view — one of those twilight affairs that transform banalities into things magnificent — that I had never noticed before. Naturally, I had no camera with me and added the vista to my list of places to shoot. That list is growing rather long and leads me to conclude that a second year out, or perhaps retirement, may be necessary to pursue it.
I’ve devised a clever solution to lost making disorder, however. I’m going to set them ablaze. Carbon neutrally of course.