Folding Bike!

I’ve got a new little friend for a couple of days trial. Means I don’t have to get the bike out the shed and up the steps to go for a spin about the place, so that could well be enough to get me using the bus a bit less. And out a bit more.
So I went to Milk, then home, then out to fiddle with fiddly boatie things, then to Homebase, and back to Filament. Och, twas all much fun. And all on less than 600 calories. 
Home to enjoy some water. And vegetables. 
And I’m glad we’ve stuck with Westworld - Anthony Hopkins was just genius in episode seven, comparing all of humankind's achievements to something as useless as peacock feathers. Chilling.

I read a theory once that the human intellect was like peacock feathers. Just an extravagant display intended to attract a mate. All of art, literature, a bit of Mozart, William Shakespeare, Michelangelo, and the Empire State Building. Just an elaborate mating ritual. Maybe it doesn’t matter that we have accomplished so much for the basest of reasons. But, of course, the peacock can barely fly. It lives in the dirt, pecking insects out of the muck, consoling itself with its great beauty.