Day 0204

Sunny day in Suffolk. Woke up early and frittered the day away. Enjoyed finishing David Copperfield, but too neat, dramatic, moralising for tastes. Touched and moved nonetheless.

Couldn't sleep last night, and looking at the full moon from my window made me think once again about how everything we see is a construct: we see what we expect to see and take these as reality. We could accidentally have evolved to see in infrared, and that would be our whole reality, the appearance of things in the visible spectrum lost and alien to us, unrecognisable. Even the closest things to us, the most important things, we know so incompletely, inaccurately. In a slightly different light, everything is unrecognisable.

Keep replaying the lines about the 'first mistaken impulse of an undisciplined heart'.