Today has ticked past slowly. This evening is something to look forward to but the day feels like dead time. I have tried to usefully research useful things that I would like to know, but still here I am, passing time. I would like to write but my mind doesn’t feel sharp enough, so I write this.
Yesterday I went to a discussion in one of the venerable art institutions of Londres. It was about housing co-operatives, on which I can talk for some time. People came along who wanted to start co-operatives and I tried to offer helpful advice. But what they needed was a land and housing market not utterly destroyed for the sake of capital accumulation. This I couldn’t offer them.
I found myself railing against municipal authorities, wondering when we might have some that don’t believe only in the mythical market. I’d rather do things than talk about them, but that particular fight is not for me. The arcane bureaucracies of established parties would swallow up all my energies and spit me out.
Still, I hope the need to take control of local authorities is evident to others, some of whom may have more to offer in a hierarchical fight. I shall cheer and give support where possible, while focussing on what I can do. I have plenty of windmills to tilt at.