Wednesday, January 6. The busyness burgeons. The trick is to write down immediately, everything that passes between my ears. I can’t rely on myself to remember; things have become too complex and mutable. Meanwhile:

Clarity would be good … right now! 9.00 am: I bombed over to the School to deliver a parcel of devices that required servicing and a courier dispatch. There’s no sense in having unusable kit cluttering up the studio. Most things are either self-servicing or serviceable by me. However, the more digitally-orientated units require very specialised attention. 9.30 am: Postgraduate, Personal Tutor, and general assessment admin prevailed. (In the background: I listened to the younger generation of electro-acoustic musicians improvise. One must learn from both the younger and the older generation of practitioners.) 12.00 pm: Back to the grant proposal.

2.00 pm: A reflection upon sunset:

1.45 pm: Back to postgraduate admin. 3.00 pm: A rumble in the jungle. 3.30 pm: I carried on with proposal into the evening, while fielding emails. The challenges of this next semester are coming into focus. They’ll be far harder and more precarious than were those of the previous semester. Meanwhile Trump supporters storm Washington’s Capital Building in scenes that recall Delacroix’s Liberty Leading the People (1830). And there the resemblance ends. As I wrote to one of our US students who lives close-by to these unfolding events: ‘There’s a hair’s breadth between democracy and anarchy’: