Another warm day in Londres and I am indoors researching renters. The last few days have been pleasing: a combination of busyness and nothingness that I find satisfying. I had to catch up on work in the Dread Office, but still had time to organise trips upon velocipedes, collective housing, and a going to a partnership oath ceremony. Thursday after work I saw the Oracle, then went straight on to a social event at the Rebel Beerhouse. The Red Flash and other friends came along, though we were kept from the outside tables by a gaggle of Young Artists who felt like a gentrifying army.
Also satisfying was Wednesday, when I came home and went to bed with a book, to snooze and think for a few minutes. I got up refreshed, made myself dinner, then went to repair the velocipede. This moment of downtime in a busy week created a moment to think that made me feel on an even keel after a few weeks of being thrown about by the waves of circumstance. It’s easy in the busyness of life to forget you need moments like this. It’s easy in political organising to forget you need moments of respite.
Walking through trees at dusk last night in good company I was momentarily reminded, as I so often am, of walks at dusk elsewhere, in forests far away, in climates warmer than this, where one can maintain romantic notions for a moment, then be plunged into the reality of life’s struggles once more. Photos rarely evoke strong memores for me. Sometimes it is smells that take me there, other times it is an air, an ambience, the way the light falls. If when the world ends we can no longer travel, I will still travel like this.
Today I am researching again, and wondering what it is I can do for three years without getting bored. It is a difficult enough task for most people, and I’m wondering if I need to throw in some travel in order to make it through. It is imperative that I study rent struggles in Spain and Scotland and probably Argentina. Oh yes.