Going through photos from 2014. Lots of what-was and what-might-have-been. The whole weird long adventure of it. The wonder and the wreckage and the absurd privilege of being in this world. In the words of the man: “There has been joy. There will be joy again.”

Chili day. And no, not using the cat treats you can see in top left. Unless someone annoys me. Defrosting a pack of venison and red wine sausages and a pack of elk sausages, currently roasting off tomatoes in balsamic and a head of garlic in red wine. The jar marked THYME is thyme salt I made last year.

This is where my old friend Irene usually tells me “tag your porn”

This gorgeous piece, painted with gold on silk paper, was brought back for me from India. Apt, since I’m currently working on HEAVEN’S FOREST, an adaptation/remix of The Ramayana, commissioned by Netflix International/ Netflix India, originally asked of me by Adi Shankar. It now sits overlooking me on a shelf in the office.

It would have had a weather stamp on it, but Weathershot Pro, a paid app, has been turned off in favour of their new subscription-fee app. It was supposed to go “unsupported,” but it now crashes on opening – which I suspect means they’ve simply turned it off. I am not impressed with their shit either.

Probably not the technical term