This was written in February

The day after our last session. I was looking at my desk. I was looking all around me and I was distracted by all the things around me. There are so many things around me. I mentioned as an example that I had lots of postcards on my desk. I had about 50-60. It’s under a marble block. The marble I think comes from Italy. It’s a sample block that was sent to me during work. It was such a weird thing to be sent, a block of marble as a rectangle square thing, that it was unique enough to keep. I use it as a ppaperweight because it really keeps things held down. Its 2:30 in the afternoon on Thursday 9th. I decided to get rid of all the postcards. Except a few. I have some postcards that I got from comicon. There’s the practice of gift trading with our flag means death fans so the postcards are fan art and personal and there’s a story behind them. Lots of the other postcards, they are related to artists who send their portfolio to us as part of my job, they are good artists, they usually send postcards with a blank behind and I like using them, there’s a story behind it like the one I’m just telling you now. Some really posh ones too, some even came with envelopes to send to people, so the pile of postcards were not just postcards. They are envelopes. I got rid of it. It will count as my two for a day a nd I’ve marked that in the diary. It felt difficult. I kept the our flag means death postcards as there’s only 3 of them and they still feel special. Our flag means death is about people who are looking for a place in the world and that is important to me to keep.