i have been locked and lost in my own little world for a very long time so it’s so friggin good to be out again observing and interacting with people. Although ironically what I am noticing is that everyone seems to be lost in their own little worlds. There is this bigger reality that we are all apart of but that no-one seems to want or be capable of dealing with so we withdraw into ourselves rather than confront it.
And yet not only does this mean we are ignoring what we should categorically not be ignored but it’s also just not that healthy And unfortunately, the further we look inwards the more narcissistic our gaze becomes.
We essentially have the same approach as ostriches, only instead of burying our heads in the sand, we bury them so far up our own arses all we can see are ourselves.
The 90s (if you were alive then or can remember that far back) were a decade which revelled in the nuances of personal choices. We were all delighted with our own brand of specificness which we would happily recounted in great detail to anyone who would stop talking about themselves long enough to listen (I know, not much has changed).
This was probably best personified by the comedy series Seinfeld which correctly observed to much hilarity that we are all highly self-obsessed. In the relatively carefree and calm 90s this seemed like an acceptable way to live but we can no longer indulge this approach. In these more troubled times we have to pay attention. We cannot ignore shit any longer…and yet the worse it gets the harder it is to cope with. And the more we need to ignore it. Yup, a good ole Catch Twenty Fucking Two.
And if you do try to take it all on board it’s utterly paralysing and renders you useless so what’s the point of that? Being back on the streets I can feel the strain and tension a lot of people are under. Our only hope is to share the load. To confide in each other. To not pretend like everything is ok when it clearly isn’t. That will bring strength and unity and an ability to cope and to take action. That will get us through this…
Since I have been back in action it has been brought to my attention that some of you can no longer see the photograph in the body of the email but sadly I just don’t know how to fix it. (frustrated face) I need to find someone who can (if anyone knows of a wordpress bod lemme know) but this might take a while…
so in meantime if I can urge you to just click on the title of the post (in blue) it will take you thru to the post on my website. I know this is an inconvenience but it will roughly take up 1-3 more seconds of your day and hopefully my pictures are worth that lil extra effort…
Words on the streets this week with some comedy commentary to ease us back into proceedings. Although I think the above wall scrawl requires a more serious take. Am assuming it is a reference to the protest bill that recently sailed through the Commons and is about to be passed by the House of lords. If it goes through it will effectively make protest illegal in this country and propel us in a single bound away from a democracy and towards something much more sinister. 1984 might finally have arrived.
While a giant chunk of the population was banging on about their freedoms being taken away, incensed by a piece of cloth that covered your face and marching in the streets to demand their right to flout restrictions that were initiated to protect us, there was a genuine assault on our freedom being quietly passed through parliament. And yet strangely none of these ‘freedom fighters’ had a problem with that which is ironic, as once this bill gets ratified, they won’t be able to protest about perceived threats to their freedom because a real one would have taken away their right to.
It’s pretty scary shit and once again our complacency and apathy will be our downfall. To be fair we have been distracted by this endless pandemic but while we were consumed by it, the war on the virus was being used as a very effective smoke screen to re-shape our society into some ting a bit more Orwellian. #killthebill
p.s Thank you to everyone for all their warm messages welcoming me back. Very much appreciated. I feel like i just got out of solitary. It’s good to be back in the fold.
Ok, so let me get this straight…you are one of the Colston 4, you pulled down the statue, threw it in the canal, got arrested, went to court, got acquitted…and then had stickers made? A noble gesture turned into self-promotion, hmm, sounds like now.
Obviously it is highly possible that the person who made the stickers wasn’t involved but then that’s even stranger to lie and pretend it was you. And as you most likely weren’t spotted putting the stickers up how would you then get credit?
Something doesn’t add up. Maybe it’s just another post with an identity crisis. They’re everywhere..
Att: international readers: if this makes no sense and you are curious to what the fuck I am talking about please read this article here
