Some thoughts on Glastonbury and Brexit
- Don't care about the 11 hour journey or the terrible backpack induced shoulder pain or the mud. It's as great as everyone makes out
- Feel sad that the country I've loved and lived in for 21 years is becoming increasingly unwelcoming to foreigners
- Feel sad that the core values I associate with Britishness as a first gen immigrant - acceptance, (comparative) liberalism and freedom - have been proved overly optimistic
- Feel sad that so many people feel disaffected enough to understandably, if in my opinion mistakenly, to think so differently from me on this
- Feel elitist that it's very easy for me to think and behave the way I do because I really have no understanding of true hardship
- Feel ungrateful that I don't appreciate how lucky I am
- Feel euphoric having a perfect moment at Ezra Furman playing Haunted Head - 'I was born this way I'll die the way' - enough to make me want to be alive now and for every year just to have more moments like this
- Feel incredibly lucky to have such great friends and so many of them
- Feel selfish that I have been and can be so depressed to not even care that they care
- Feel at the same time both incredibly pleased with self and incredibly 16 year old embarrassed for slipping over so much in the mud that I waded through barefoot and alone from SE corner to the Park (ouch)
- Feel guilty for being such hard work
- Feel churlish for having been unable to appreciate 3.5 years of unmitigated kindness and pleased I made a friend
- Feel clean and really great to being naked in company. Hooray for communal showers
- Feel really, really bleak at the thought that this wonderful respite is soon to be over
- Feel like I want to be over, and how incredibly painful it is to simultaneously not want to be here but feel that it would be such a shame to go
- Really, really just want my thoughts to stop. Exhausted
- Feel better. Sigh
- Feel the same thrill as at a high quality Netflix series as I do re: post Brexit developments
- Feel nervous when remember that it is real life
- Feel like should avoid thinking about real life while I can - the unforgiving nature of the electorate doesn't need to be another thing to feel more detached about
- Feel like I would be PJ Harvey if I was a musician
- Consider how I will pack and party differently next year
- Consider whether thinking so far into the future is a sign it's getting better or is me playing pretend like I'll have a normal and existent life in a year
- Feel like a princess not knowing how to take a tent down
- Feel sleepy
What Ari ate this week
4 cereal bars
6 clementines
Delicious curry goat
A warning and restorative cup of 'can't believe I waded through mud chai'
Trippy pie and mash
A few bites of a 'I'm very grateful for all you do and want to reaffirm that I don't expect it' lobster roll
A really gritty but delicious pork roll
Mud