Isolation on yer todd

I’ve just finished reading A Happy Death by Albert Camus again and recommended it to my mate Cam, who’s a proper hero. We both share a similar condition and check in daily. But Cam’s the real deal. He saves lives and makes a difference in this time of uncertainty.

I’m a lone wolf in isolation and I’m liking bits of it but I’m alone. Boo fucking hoo. It’s the wee things that get me through like a coffee and a chat, even if it’s a chat to the lad at BWS who’s very fucking depressed, and I get his pain. I could see the tears in his voice. He trembled, and I respect him for that moment.

If there’s one thing I’ve learned from this, it’s to smile at people, when you pass them by. Be good. Be decent. Be kind. And as Camus says,

“In a minute, in a second.” he thought. The ascent stopped. And the stone among the stones, he returned in the joy of his heart to the truth of the motionless worlds.”

Ps. That’s me in the cowboy hat when I was three.