Epiphany 1: All that talk about how the exigencies of the Great Wars birthed a contingent mood that birthed an edgy passionate overdrive (creativity?) in bold movies, street fashion, music, art in Europe. Just made me think: that all the loadshedding, whether scheduled or not, is doing something of the same for our sweet little self-conscious Banglo. At least that works on the level of private work: like freelancers (with lances) who manage their own deadlines or if u can only fuck to radio, you hurry with it anxiously before loadshed.