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In true fashion, I’ve left it late to write this. In recent days, I did think about writing something concerning Brexit – my viewpoints, my take on the debates and the procedures, maybe an analogy concerning bread or a car – but ultimately decided against this. Mainly because I left it so late, partly because it would probably become horribly outdated about 37 minutes after posting. For now though, all of that remains in my head.

Instead I’ll take a back seat from the enforced, regimented ways I’ve imposed upon myself for the past few years. Coming out of 2015 and quite a low slump, the self-imposed rule of writing and posting on a set day each week helped to give me the mentality that I at least had some kind of purpose. This lasted through 2016 and 2017, until I got a bit lax and let myself go fortnightly for this year. Now as we stare 2019 in the face, I’m struggling to find the will to keep this going on as regular a basis as it has been.

Quantity over quality and all that. So for the next year I suppose I’ll just leave it until I know I have something decent to say, or when I can actually be bothered to say it. Who knows, maybe the Brexit analogy featuring a toaster or a scrap heap will emerge before the end of March just in time for it to still be somewhat relevant (probably). Maybe I’ll finally get round to using those screenshots of several spam emails I found amusing and decide to dissect them, just like when I had that idea several months ago. Maybe I’ll do a third thing. You don’t know.

For the time being, I can’t be arsed any more. That’s not too say I’m back in a slump or a low period. Far from it. I’m much more okay now than I was three years ago. Not particularly ‘happy’ as such, but not overwhelmingly despairing and tragically sad. I’m not actually sure it’s possibly for someone to be completely and decisively ‘happy’, especially not all the damn time. But I suppose it’s about finding a decent medium. An okay middle-ground. And I suppose I’ve found that and, somehow, managed to stabilise myself there.

Maybe that’s why I’ve found it difficult to write about anything in particular here any more. I don’t really have anything to massively complain about or burst with sunshine over. I’m somewhere in the middle, comfortable enough to let things pass by without much thought or consideration. I’m content. Can’t say fairer than that really.

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Sometimes, overly repetitive sounds in a piece of music really drive me to despair. Other times, it’s absolutely fine – nay, greater than that – it’s absolutely phenomenal. There’s no way to explain exactly what I don’t like about certain repetitions and what I do like about others, but we humans are complex creatures. Also, we often can’t be arsed to explain ourselves.

Interwoven into this relentless bit of looped yelping is what seems to be a fair bit of Middle Eastern instrumentation, turning this into a bit of an East-West fusion that could potentially unite the human race along cultural lines and put an end to all prejudice and conflict as we know it. Either that or everyone will just switch off because they don’t like the warbling sample.

Maribou State feat. Khruangbin – Feel Good