And you can't remember where your heart once lay
My poem "A Correct Interpretation" has been accepted by Not One of Us. It is the poem I wrote for the yahrzeit of the molasses flood, incorporating other Boston disasters and the way that time has gone strange since the spring of 2020. The title comes from Nigel Kneale's The Stone Tape (1972), defining a ghost: "Let's say it's a mass of data waiting for a correct interpretation."
The rest of my day was lost to my lungs.
thisbluespirit linked me a treasure trove of British TV plays which is waiting for me like an event horizon; it has already furnished several items about which I have been curious for decades and one which I did not expect ever to see. It would be nice to be able to do anything with my brain at all.
The rest of my day was lost to my lungs.

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Thank you!
That Youtube channel of the TV plays really does look good as well. I scrolled down, and then scrolled down some more, and it just kept on going, seemingly forever! Definitely lots of interest to explore.
It's an incredible mix of things I didn't have access to, things I didn't expect to be able to see, and things I didn't know existed. I am reminding myself that I don't have to write about everything I watch (it's not like I'm writing about anything at the minute).
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I just saw that and told