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By the time you read this, I’ll be on a train heading to the countryside. I’ve scheduled this in from the night before, where I’m in bed with the hotel television flickering in my peripheral - Flava of Love season 1 is playing. It’s the episode where Pumpkin spits on New York (iconic moment; problematic series) after being eliminated in a scene that I can almost recite word-for-word.
‘… And I still look fabulous! … yes the hell I do!’
credit: Flava of love, season 1; episode 8
I’m a bit distracted, so I turn the volume down, adjust myself and return to writing this…
I’m away. I might reveal more about it when I come back - I feel a little protective of it right now - but this feels pivotal.
I’ve taken my camcorder and I’ve recorded a clip of myself talking about why I’m here (confessional style) - these feel like time capsules. I love how analogue a camcorder feels, even though mine is digital. Maybe it’s the no internet aspect. I might record when I come back to compare the me before this and the me after this.
I’m sounding so cryptic…
ah well…
Have you been feeling a bit more nostalgic in the last couple of months?
Did something very specific come to mind when I asked this?
Is this a bit of a leading question?
Did the U.K. forget that it’s summer?
p.s. if this Venus retrograde season has been doing the most, you’re in good company. No one knows what the fuck is going on or what they’re doing for the most part. Hold on. The wheel keeps turning ✨