The air is cold and the sun is shining – a good day to be out in Londres. Even the crows in Burble Park looked friendly this morning, and took it in good humour when a spaniel ran at them. It’s been a sociable few days, which also accounts for my good mood. Even the fuzziness from last night’s Guinness has a warmth to it.
I’m sitting in a car in front of a park, enjoying the sun through the screen, windows wound up to keep the polluted air out. I’m thinking about the future today, and visions of the future. Or rather, thinking about how few people see a positive vision of the future. Dystopia is easy to imagine, but a future without scarcity or domination by the powerful seems almost impossible for most. Is this the biggest challenge facing Londres at the end of the world? Only by imagining a better future, then putting it into action, can the end of the world become a moment of creation.
If I really try to speak of what a positive future would look like, people often look at me as though I am some sort of extremist. The willingness to disturb the status quo is a perversion, a sign of deep inner faults. I guess I have to accept that. In a world resigned to its own end, I am an extremist. I quite enjoy being an extremist. It makes me happy.
What makes me sad is that it is so difficult to radicalise others. I have been thinking a lot about how to do this recently. There’s no easy route forward. The band of extremists is very small, and there is no language bridge between us and the resigned. Many of my fellow extremists have said to me they find it difficult even to talk to their friends and relatives about their position. This is, I feel, a symptom of the lack of shared language, lack of shared narrative. The search for that shared language strikes me as one of the most worthwhile tasks in Londres right now.
This keeps coming up in my journal, but it seems worth obsessing over. I feel that some of the interesting projects I’ve seen over the last few years have been compromised by a lack of macro perspective. It’s good to do good things, but it’s a big old world and it doesn’t go away if you ignore it. We need big narratives back again, to tie us all together. Londres is just fragments until that happens.