the last volunteer

the good spy books are the ones that are honest about sides. the blurring. the kinship.
i do think that the lovely remote forests of the sunshine coast are a magnificent metaphor for queeruption 10. unless i am misinterpreting queeruption 10 as more significant than it is. as a cipher for radical, well, yes. of COURSE it's in the forest.
+ it's all a plus, still, but not really. everything is different now. or, everything was different in may. as if we are missing a centre? i had beer with ben tonight, which was nice. today is the day that i scored 16/21 on the burnout quiz.
+ i want to keep talking about globalism, and cities, and what it's all about, and what dubai means. i want to do this after i graduate. i have no doubt that i will get to talk a lot about rezoning.
+ i just finished john le carre's tinker tailor soldier spy and am now labouring through heinlein's the day after tomorrow, which is bad. i already gave up on it in may, and may yet again. i will next read fantasy government: vander zalm and the future of social credit. it is a polemic of sorts, but will probably make me feel the same as tinker tailor soldier spy did. kinda how harrison ford felt? i do want to read it, but i think it will strain my belief.
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I miss you. Come over for coffee again.
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