It is a beautiful morning, one of those when you feel inspired to make it up as you go along and one that will end with a sunset of satisfaction that you lived it. I thought I’d tweet for a bit.
My nightmare returned.
In February, I met a man who has had a profound effect on me. I feel trapped by whether I should talk about him. He is too easily pigeon-holed into that most disassociated of experiences, the case study, and the man I met is not a “case”.
Off the page of my report to the DRF, he may well read as a working class pensioner, predictably irate. He was so much more.
Some days I’ll be honest with you I don’t want to wake up. I know it’s a bad thing to say, but I don’t. I just wish I could close my eyes and not wake up and that’s how bad it is.
The point is that our humanity must transcend ideology, not the other way around. Our preoccupation with economies of truth to prove a point condemns us to a catalogue of cases.
I do not ever want to sit in the parlour with a host in tears again.