The end approaches, and a year that started badly has undeniably improved. Over the last few days I have been on a long ride on my velocipede and on a walk in the Land of Range Rovers. Both trips filled me with a sense of well-being, and it is this I must remember in the coming year. For it is the simpler pleasures that often work best, not the complex projects I set myself.
I find myself at the end of the year thinking frequently of a theme from the beginning of the year: the difficulty most people seem to have in believing in a future different to the present. Sometimes I think this is what I should have applied to study at Goldfish and other colleges, but then, what would be the nature of the research? To put my subjects in pens and stick them with cattle prods until they begin to use their imaginations?
Given that we are all driving off the cliff edge together, it feels necessary to imagine different futures together. What is to be done then if most people simply don’t want to? I have pointed out before that the reasons they don’t are often given as either that they are too comfortable, or that they are not comfortable enough. Perhaps there is some perfectly balanced state of material and emotional dis/comfort in which people are actually willing to put thought and effort into a new future. Perhaps I inhabit that mythical zone: I and a few others. But it seems to me it can’t be so simple, or so intractable. There must be a way of imagining life beyond the cliff edge together.