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| RTomens, 2020 |
LJ suggested we go for a cycle ride - "Let's go to Chelsea's ground!" - Argh! She has no idea how much that would upset me, so I tell her so. "But you don't go to games anyway!" I know, that's not the point. Just being there would heighten the sense of misery felt by the absence of football. Ironically, on recent rides, we've passed Arsenal's ground several times, it being the nearest to where we live. Even seeing that made me angry. What have they done to our game?! Our country?!
Perhaps lockdown has changed the way we all look at things, although the piece here was not intended as social commentary, but a reflection on how we look at words and letters, bereft of their intended linear narrative, as in Vispo.
Life in lockdown has broken the narrative of existence for most of us; the 'linear' nature of time dictated by Work, for instance. But outside of that, the social patterns we formed over the years, be they regular pubs and cafes, shop and restaurants. It feels...petty(?) to complain about not being able to make my regular trips to bookshops, yet all the elements of our individual lives which constitute pleasurable pursuits are, by nature, selfish. The relativity game is endless. Even in lockdown, we're better off than those more used to being bombed, or scratching around for food and shelter. Inhabitants of big houses with gardens are better off than those in flats. And so on.
Changed features a piece of good fortune, or chance. The orange 'eyes' happened by chance, even though the double-'o's are sets up as eyes.
Well, as The Prisoner said: Be seeing you!
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