Control

Up late, having got up at 4:45 my head buzzing with stuff on the poem and having to go to my desk and write it down for half an hour or so. Then back to bed, and didn't get up again nine. Lorraine seeing assorted pals and her personal trainer, so I had a day to myself.

This mainly meant writing, and then the gym. As I did so I listened to various politics podcasts, all fixated on Trump. The idea that they would re-elect a fascist who has already inspired a lunatic insurrection beggars belief. These events are like those in 1930s Germany, that people after the war looked back on in bafflement. 

I watched a documentary on iPlayer called Total Trust: Surveillance State about state surveillance and digital social control in China. Completely Orwellian, and terrifying. It reminded me of a Black Mirror episode, where you literally score points for conforming and lose points for thought crimes.  

Spoke to Toby this evening, finally having returned his car to Canada where crossing the border, it became a car again and not a tiresome albatross that had to have a fortune spent on it in parking fees.

Lorraine back safely. And so to bed.