HutRUs. Part 2

          The hut men showed up this morning. There was a rat nest in behind the kitchen unit bit which you couldn't get to, so they never were escaping under the hut. They didn't need to. The workmen pulled down the hut and went away. They should be back with a new hut later. I'll post the photies.

           Buddhists don't like attachment. Root out attachment, the boy says. It's the way things stick to you. Stickiness. You're not supposed to feel attached to the computer or the hut. I think you should imagine with all the stuff that you own that you've just borrowed it for a bit. This is why Buddhism and socialism should be a perfect match.

             I was telling someone yesterday I might not start writing again. I don't need the money. I don't even want the money I've got.And the meditations are coming along so, so well. If I was going to start writing again, it would have to be something I really wanted to do well, something I'd be prepared to spend a lot of time on, something I'd be prepared to write out in longhand seventeen times, like Christopher Isherwood did with his first novel. Writing a thriller aint going to do that for me. Maybe when everything has settled down a bit ...