For August 12 entry, there was a homeless man's "home", which was a purloined area of a car park on which he put his bed and meager belongings. I have observed that he's been there for a considerable period and that the few square feet of car park in the picture really is his home. Conversely, I have a box where I keep my collection of sunglasses and Roman Abramovich has a motor yacht which he sometimes uses and which is worth about $350m. Donald Trump, a property magnate and reality show star, is currently the front runner in the Republican Party for the US presidential nomination and Jeremy Corbyn, an odd-ball extreme left wing relic type is the front runner in the UK Labour Party leadership contest, despite being an anathema to most of his colleagues. Conceivably Trump and Corbyn could one day attend a summit together, each representing their respective country. Today, Stephen Hawking, the eminent cosmologist, announced that black holes, when they consume material (which they inevitably do when material goes near them) do not, it seems consume all the information relating to that material. That information, asserts Hawking, lurks around the rim of the hole, forever, in a kind of two dimensional limbo zone. All of these points cause me to reflect on the work of Albert Camus and Søren Kierkegaard on the subject of Absurdism and in many ways, I delight in feeling very at home with Absurdist notions running around my brain.