Catching up on messages in the park, I'm reminded of the life schism I mentioned in my BookTube yesterday. An uncle is dealing with a daughter who wants the world for her wedding, and yet, the downpayment on the venue alone is more than many people make here in 3 years. 🙃

It is a strange thing to move between such contexts: in publishing, there's so much agony over awards/acclaim; meanwhile, plenty here would be over the moon to receive bags of lentils and rice.

O fragile, silly world of ours.