My head is aghast with thoughts, whom have a surprisingly ability to jump in and around each other while remaining potent. Whilst new thoughts evaporates amongst the mess. - this is for a multitude of reasons not all of which I can publicly say.
I just read Car Crashes, the Social Turn, and Glorious Glitches in David Hoyle’s Performances by Daniel Oliver :
I know it’s your world love, but, you know, you work within the corporate structure.
Some of us don’t, and therefore we don’t have that neurosis. Get me? You’re
working on behalf of capitalism. It’s making you very vigilant and very, like, ugh ugh
ugh ugh ugh. Relax. You know the world will keep on turning. The world will keep
on turning irrespective of the filming that’s going on at this street corner
I read this and thought - Shit! i’ve done that.
And I look at the protest happening outside the restaurant and think shit! A spectacle for the passing public, the media and the workers around the incident.
It also reminded me of how my anarchic debate/shouting match chasing sensibility could have a place in the work I I make… when i’ve now tried to erase it from most of my personal life.
It struck me as a lost day
Meandering around the spaces I call home
I wonder again into that thought,
Where am i going with this?
Whom and what? and why? and How did it?
By ship, by plane, by train, by automobile.
What gear is it in?
And where did someone put those window wipers?
‘yay gay marriage’ yh but can we talk about the fact that we now have a marriage bill going through that allows trans* people’s spouses to veto their GRCs even if they’re abusive.