I haven't written much about Gillian Tett lately. To tell you the truth, she hasn't really been on my mind.
But it is past midnight now and I am listening to Charlie Parker with Strings, and - surprisingly - there are no voices, no spirits, no mystical children, to bother me, and so I turn my mind to earthly matters. I think of Gillian. Visualize her. I am in the mood. Where is she in this lonely night?
I guess I spend too much of my time on other realities. It is not healthy. It is good to be normal, for a change.