David is still using a spoon to fight against his Depression, and still has Autism (Asperger's) and his writing still, very much, reflects this (funnily enough).
Following on from the tumultuous decade* of ages 41 to 50, this volume documents the next 3(ish) months of David's life, in mostly poetry, with a smattering of comments and images. It is complete with both kinds of emotions: sad *and* angry.
David is very smug about all of the nuances included stating:
¤ I do understand that many of you will understand most of what I have written. But I doubt that anyone will understand everything I have written.
David tried to leave most of his arrogance and condescension at the door, but obviously failed dismally. Probably because, as with everything else he does, he didn't try very hard at all.
Lift the lid, sit down and have a good read.
* A Decade, a Century, and even a Millennium, all begin with a year ending in 1, and end with a year ending in 0. How do you start counting?