Ceci n’est pas une métaphore
It occurred to me late last night that if this blog is without direction, it’s because my life is without direction. In other words, this blog itself is a tortured metaphor for my life. How’s that for self-reference?
Speaking of self-reference, if you are in Liverpool don’t miss the Magritte exhibition at the Tate. It’s on until 16th October, and it’s great.