At the weekend I left Londres for a few hours by train and velocipede. The Red Flash and I ate lunch at an ancient barrow, 5-6000 years old. What I like about these sites is the reminder that humans can live utterly differently to us. I stare at a strange arrangement of massive stones and think about the mentalities and behaviours that led to them being cut and dragged there. Months of investment in rocks in a society of scarcity could be seen as madness, but no more mad than the way our society behaves, as it accelerates towards a dead planet. And building stone circles and barrows is different, you can’t deny that. Humans and human society are incredibly mutable. There are always alternatives.
I’ve been thinking, in the context of a couple of projects I’m involved with in Londres, about the ability to make decisions. It seems to me that many individuals and groups need plenty of practice at this. To own our own city and our own world is to make decisions about it. Decision-making then is a very political skill, yet no radical writer I know of has written a book about how to make decisions, about the difference in abilities between the ruling class and working class, about the mentalities and education of the less privileged that make decision-making difficult. Yet decision-making, I think, is one of the most essential and practical elements of radical action that I can think of.