Depending a bit on where you live, it’s quite likely that the options for, well, doing anything except for corpsing on the couch are quite limited. There are, however, two things we can do even during this pestilence: walk, and read about walking (after you’ve exhausted your daily one hour outdoors exercise slot).
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Imagine having spent most of your life in the public eye. Imagine having been catapulted to stratospheric celebrity without possessing any skills except for that of tireless self-promotion. Imagine having prepared for a shocker for months and then, just as you’re about to go live with your bombastic piece of spectacle, your president steals the show. Kim Kardashian probably has to stay being married to Kanye West now, as no one gives a shit about their divorce anymore.
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Gucci dropped an advert on the 1 January: a 3:20 minute video which has British singer and the brand’s official face Harry Styles perform a song and trip the light fantastic with Phoebe Waller-Bridge. I am exactly the kind of sucker who falls for glittery people performing well-choreographed moves to swing music, and also the PR-people at Gucci are infuriatingly good at their job.
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All bad, unpleasant things respect the Gregorian calendar, so as we dragged our old bones past midnight, it’s finally safe to assume it’s all going to be absolutely amazing for the next 365 days. Some are more careful than others, though, like a friend who mentioned the upcoming municipal elections as this year’s highlight.
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People in some cultures are inclined to appreciate smelly cheeses or gather with their extended families with ease. Some go through the trouble of exchanging not two, but three pecks on alternating cheeks upon the merest encounter. In my neck of the woods, people are genetically resilient, almost immune, to solitude.
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It was a year ago, almost to the date, when I saw Elizabeth Gilbert post a picture of her 2019 journals on Instagram – all six of them. Most things that influencers boast about doing/buying/being on social media I cannot, or otherwise won’t do. Filling six blank books with my thoughts in a year – I could absolutely do that. And did. Except that only had enough thoughts to fill four books.
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