I’ve been loath to write anything much lately. Considering recent events in Japan writing much about clothes or music or daily occurrences hardly seems worthwhile. Unnecessary, and insignificant in the extreme. I think it’s worth remembering that the end of the day, the actual subtext of our days mounts up to a collection of inconsequentiality. The return of some sunshine, a tasty meal, an interesting film, these things don’t matter. But they are important. Amongst the debris of their homes, and the lives they might previously have had, those affected by the Tsunami have lost the privilege to enjoy the pleasure of triviality. At least for a while. Maybe it can remind the rest of us to notice the significance of our insignificance. And treasure it.