When I read a few days ago that Murray Bookchin had died on Sunday, it had a very odd effect on me, but I was mostly too busy to notice- it's a strange thing for there to have been someone with preoccupations and attitudes so similar to mine who wrote so much stuff that I just can't stand reading, really it's unbearable. In a way, it's been a comfort having the Institute for Social Ecology right down the road, plugging away, and of course that will continue. I suppose it's not so strange, really, so often the people I feel closest to can't stand me either. Oh, bother.