A Manifesto, of sorts.

I have often meant to start something here, to commence with something. But then I realise I'm not sure what to say. So if and when I think I do, I will, I will write things. But not until then. The current predicament of people talking without listening seems responsible for much that I could moan about but that seems equally banal as saying how my day was and what I intend to do tomorrow as if either of those things mattered (even for a structuralist, which I'm not, that would be something!). So back I go, to read and listen, one day. One day I will write.