#67.20 - Back here

Lim Kwong Ling
Mata Ikan - Collecting Seaweed

Last night, I was in bed, listening to lectures on Rome, I was thinking about how I operate from a position of plenty. These are important things to tell myself, because they are subtle. Unnoticeable.

And no one will tell you this, of course. These are the small things that count. Dear God, I've just realised that it is now March. Eek. That is really scary. The weather is not March though. The weather is crap.

I need to get a move on with Elements and the soft launch.

Right.

I also had this overwhelming need to pray last night, for gratitude.

And now I must do some writing - around 5.

It will be a busy day today. I must get my finances sorted... so it like this:

Write
Run, breakfast, laundry, hoover
Finances
Elements
Emails

Lunch

Separation
Magazine
Organise

Dinner

Class Prep

The world is now going through a huge change. People are going, actually you know what - enough. From people being too rich at the cost of people being too poor. Disease. War. Refugees. What is very interesting in all of the reviews which I have read there doesn't seem to be the recognition that it is a parable of our times. Every single step of the way a crime has been committed - the biggest crime, the disconnect and atomisation of society. People fundamentally do not care. We are all guilty.

And how much can someone take? How much before they snap? How much before they end up murdering you and neither you nor they know why.

People have been waiting for an excuse to hate Chinese people whom they resent so much because of their success. The virus has been the opportunity. It is a very sad place to live in the world now. From the welcoming place Ireland was to a place which now has a far right group. This of course is a result of the inequality which has happened over the past twenty years, in Ireland it has been worse since the financial collapse. These are the tenuous filaments which link us, bind us, to each other.

Yesterday, I made some curry dinner for Oisin and Ghin. It was a tear open and put into the pot affair, but it was well cooked. The rice had a touch of saffron in it. I also fried some samosa whose skins were excellent. These are the small things. The shelves of Sainsbury's looked a little bare. Were people stocking up? What about staffing shortages? The place was chaotic. There was a squash there which was bad. What was happening? Slowly things are fraying.

I was listening to a radio programme about the four-day week. People are tired. They are tired of giving their lives to work. Of having to do everything 24-hours a day. It couldn't have been kept up. The four-day week is round the corner. The idea of productivity is questionable. Not just what productivity means, but the idea, the notion of it. Everything is breaking, everything is changing.

People are questioning things. They are no longer accepting that this is the way it has to be. As it should be.