I’ve walked past this building on numerous occasions without giving it a second glance. This particular time it struck me that what I might be looking at was a building from an sci-fi future as imagined by 60s/70s set designers. Concurrently it’s a structure of and not of our times. It fits, but doesn’t fit. Like the neighbourhood I was passing through.
City fringe they call it. State housing and periphery peoples. A woman wearing a hijab was unloading her car. Two men stood underneath a walkway that divided two council apartments - one significantly larger and rounder than the other. A born again church was silent and attended. Half way down an Asian foodstore. A playcentre pushes up against a coffee roastery. At the end of the road, the hippest precinct within the city begins.
A city is not quite like a jigsaw puzzle. On the surface all the pieces only seem to click into place.
It is often in the small and simple things where we find the answer to who we are :)
Home is where the heart is!
Autumn breeze clearing the mind
To live is not this!
He was happy he'd decided to go
I'm stuck here in a society that doesn't let me be where I need to be. Held back by the people who birthed me, by the people who learned me, by the people who will bury me when I have lived my shitty, cynical life. I have three options, One which would bring joy to me that I have not seen in a long time, one which would give me the opportunity for me to be possibly the happiest ever happy in the future, and one which would break me apart. Most likely I will have to choose the latter. The one that will break me. The society that we have created will break me, just like it has broken you without you even knowing. We sit behind our computers, reading other peoples stories because we have none to tell. I am not free,if I go out and find a drink, I get arrested. If I go to the orchard nearby, I get arrested. If I try and build a house on some land that I think looks suitable to raise my family in, I get arrested. Is this how life is meant to be? Is this how we started? Is this how we will end? This may not make complete sense, but that's because it's come right from my heart. I hate western society.
Good luck living in a world like this. I'm off to Alaska.
The farmer's beads
The weight of a memory