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Perhaps I should go to a movie! It’s the first day of my summer holiday, and I am piled up with big-A Anxiety, and so busy filing it into various categories that I fear I may miss what that Anxiety even points to.

Thank you for your texting teen image. It reminds me how a venerable old archbishop once described the point of silent meditation: to quieten the noisey monkeys in your tree. These days there are many teenaged monkeys jumping from branch to branch in my mind, all constantly typing and chattering, texting as they watch The Days Of Our Lives (Of My Life) until they produce Much Ado About Nothing. Or maybe Macbeth (definitely more anxious). Sadly, there seems to be no emergency exit, so I’m trying to focus on the screen. And moving to a front row seat.

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