We live in a city made of glass and concrete. We crawl like ants, not making a noise, obediently building and maintaining the city. No one has freedom to do as they choose, no one steps out of line.
We are watched constantly.
Everyday I go to work, walking across the flat glass bridge to get to my work place. You can see people through the glass bridge walking on the street below.
I have a restless feeling. I want things to change. This existence has lost its life, its lost its spirit, its lost the recklessness; the chaos of weeds and dirt.
We rebel.
One day as I'm walking over the bridge, I see a crack in the glass, under my feet. This crack will grow, I think to myself. And sure enough, day by day, as many feet marched across the glass bridge, the crack grew and grew.
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I'm following my brother James. He has been making a plan and he is the leader. I loose site of which way he went, and I guess that he headed over the glass bridge. I cannot see any sign of him near the bridge, but I know roughly which way he is heading, so I cross the bridge. As I'm walking over the glass bridge, I notice that a triangle of glass has fallen out of the bridge, and left a hole. As I walk closer to the hole I here a creaking sound, as if the bridge will give way, collapsing onto the street below. I don't know how safe this is, and think of other ways across. I could go back down the street a mile or so to cross further up, but it seems such a long way. Perhaps I could jump it. I tentatively edge close to the hole. No, its not safe. I dare not cross the bridge.
I suddenly get overwhelmed by a feeling of anger and frustration at this controlled existence.
It must stop.
This crack in the glass is where it begins. I get a safe distance and stamp and jump up and down with all my might. The crack grows, the bridge creaks, a few more pains of glass fall out, and, as a damn that can no longer be contained, the bridge collapses, shattering glass to the street below.
And now the penny has dropped. They know!
Sirens are going all around. Why did I do it? I wonder to myself. I know how bad this is. Everyone will suffer because of my actions.
Robotic police speed along all the streets, guns firing in all directions, people dying left right and center. They want to kill me, but mostly they want to keep there control. Any act of rebellion could fuel a thousand more. Therefore, death of innocents helps to fuel the fear that maintains the control.
But its not working. The tables are turning... Instead of creating obedience and compliance, everyone is starting to rebel. A war has begun. There is no turning back.
I must get out to save my life.
Amidst the dead bodies and destruction, I somehow find a safe passage to the edges of the city, and go and shelter in Oli's house.
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Inside Oli's house I meet a friend of Oli's who I have seen before. She is helping organise the rebels, and is a strong leader. I am so relieved to see her, that she is still alive, and it gives me great hope. Perhaps we won't all die if we get all our concentrated efforts together?
I play a game with my camera on my phone, taking silly photos, and showing that you can "watch what your watching". It helps lighten the heavy atmosphere of war.
We all agree to help one another.
I'm feeling stressed and need a place to rest and also to have a base from. I go back to my house, but now there are people living there, and my room has been taken. I go back Oli's and ask if there might be a spare room there. Oli and his friends try to offer me support but I can tell that they know there isn't really enough room. They just don't want to close their doors to me.
I stop searching, and just relax.
I'm planning to go out to a nightclub. I am getting changed into some clothes a little more suitable, when I see a girl dressed only in her knickers, and shoes ready to go out. I look around and now there are lots of young people all semi naked, some completely naked, all ready to go out to the night club.
Don't you know its a naked night club? Someone says to me.
That sounds like fun! And it solves my problem of not having anything to wear.
It looks quite strange and funny seeing lots of young people lined up at bus stop waiting for a bus wearing only the odd pair of knickers or boxer shorts.
What a life...
Monday, 16 August 2010
tribe
I'm traveling with a tribe out to this spot on the big river; an island within the river...
we wade out,
No life, nothing edible,
Why?
Lots of tree tops had been cut down and a big poisonous flower plant has taken over the island. It has antiseptic qualities...
I see there are no fish -
Pollution.
The leader of the tribe is showing us the skills of tribe, how they move through the forest.
Its a special shadowing technique;
We follow up behind.
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Im with my family,
Gota help, by finding this bit of family history before its too late. I see Lenny, he may be my only hope, but he makes no plans into the future and can't say if he will b around to help. Just like Lenny!
Ruth is helping Si
we wade out,
No life, nothing edible,
Why?
Lots of tree tops had been cut down and a big poisonous flower plant has taken over the island. It has antiseptic qualities...
I see there are no fish -
Pollution.
The leader of the tribe is showing us the skills of tribe, how they move through the forest.
Its a special shadowing technique;
We follow up behind.
---
Im with my family,
Gota help, by finding this bit of family history before its too late. I see Lenny, he may be my only hope, but he makes no plans into the future and can't say if he will b around to help. Just like Lenny!
Ruth is helping Si
lammas dream
Propa weird dream...
We are driving along in a van along a motorway... We pass a see someone speeding, dodging between cars and causing a lot of danger for other drivers, and then they pass through red lights just behind us, and then take a tour off road... We can here police sirens in the background and realize that the car must be a criminal who has done some pretty bad stuff!
The police car sirens are getting louder and louder, and now we see them come into view behind, but when they get to the traffic lights they miss the turn off road where the car went and carry straight on, heading for us!
Oh no! They think that we, (in our hippy camper style van! ) Are the criminals, and they are catching up in no time. A number of cars over take us, starting to surround us like some pack of hyenas. We have something that we don't want the police to see. Something very important, so before we pull over we are trying to get it hid!
Ahead of us is a tunnel, and as there is nowhere to stop and pull over, and so we enter the tunnel and buy ourselves some more time to get our secret stuff hidden. Within the tunnel we see damages to the walls and it doesn't feel safe at all, as if the walls might collapse any minute!
We have now hidden our secret stuff safely away and so as soon as we get to a suitable stopping place we pull over....
The tunnel has changed.
As police cars surround us, we notice that we are in a tropical rain forest. It is quite dark, and humid and intense with wild life. The road we have just pulled off has now become a river channel and muddy water is now flowing down it...
The police have become sas army explorers and they are trying to protect themselves from a monster that is coming through river. The monster has a worm like lochness look, giant tree trunks of a body.
Im making some things out of material from the garden, Marie and James are weeing in garden, and i see strange bodies ....
We are driving along in a van along a motorway... We pass a see someone speeding, dodging between cars and causing a lot of danger for other drivers, and then they pass through red lights just behind us, and then take a tour off road... We can here police sirens in the background and realize that the car must be a criminal who has done some pretty bad stuff!
The police car sirens are getting louder and louder, and now we see them come into view behind, but when they get to the traffic lights they miss the turn off road where the car went and carry straight on, heading for us!
Oh no! They think that we, (in our hippy camper style van! ) Are the criminals, and they are catching up in no time. A number of cars over take us, starting to surround us like some pack of hyenas. We have something that we don't want the police to see. Something very important, so before we pull over we are trying to get it hid!
Ahead of us is a tunnel, and as there is nowhere to stop and pull over, and so we enter the tunnel and buy ourselves some more time to get our secret stuff hidden. Within the tunnel we see damages to the walls and it doesn't feel safe at all, as if the walls might collapse any minute!
We have now hidden our secret stuff safely away and so as soon as we get to a suitable stopping place we pull over....
The tunnel has changed.
As police cars surround us, we notice that we are in a tropical rain forest. It is quite dark, and humid and intense with wild life. The road we have just pulled off has now become a river channel and muddy water is now flowing down it...
The police have become sas army explorers and they are trying to protect themselves from a monster that is coming through river. The monster has a worm like lochness look, giant tree trunks of a body.
Im making some things out of material from the garden, Marie and James are weeing in garden, and i see strange bodies ....
massive Spider
I pick up a cup that has been hanging in the air.
Inside is a massive spider that has been curled up for a long time. It slowly crawls out, and I can honestly say that this is the first time I've been too afraid to hold a spider in my hand.
Simon, my little brother, has done this interesting bit of writing which can be read both across and down.
All I remember it saying is -
We are here in this moment at an interesting night of the soul.
Inside is a massive spider that has been curled up for a long time. It slowly crawls out, and I can honestly say that this is the first time I've been too afraid to hold a spider in my hand.
Simon, my little brother, has done this interesting bit of writing which can be read both across and down.
All I remember it saying is -
We are here in this moment at an interesting night of the soul.
massage
I'm getting ready to do this performance to a group of people, and somehow or other I get lost. I'm lost in the city and I get very tired. I'm going to be very late but I just can't seem to find my way back. When I finally realize where I am, and make my way back I have very little time to prepare the performance, and I'm so hungry that the little time I have I must use to get some food in my belly.
James comes into the room and says he will give me a massage. I'm in a rush to get to the performance hall, but he says that a massage is the most essential thing i need, so i stop worrying about the performance and enjoy the massage!
James comes into the room and says he will give me a massage. I'm in a rush to get to the performance hall, but he says that a massage is the most essential thing i need, so i stop worrying about the performance and enjoy the massage!
The Psychic
She has that funny look in her eye, that knowing look. Her face is shines with friendliness and is adorned with shiny beads and jewels. Her dress is a mix of flowing blues and purples and she wears a head scarf decorated with sparkly things, and on her hands are many rings, and bracelets cover her arms. She is the psychic woman.
A group of us surround her, eagerly awaiting her words of wisdom and prophecy.
She tells us she won't be around much longer, and that she won't leave behind much to follow. We are all sad because she has been our guide and our teacher, we always looked to her for help.
Now she talks to us, and we listen attentively. She points to me and says that she will leave a gift with me, a gift of leadership. People look at me with hope in there eyes, and I think "why me? I can't be a leader".
Now psychic woman wants us to have one last dance together. She asks us to merge with our animal spirits and dance out over the fields. Dancing is hardly the word most people would call it; they would use the word "insane". I feel more than slightly self conscious that I'm making a fool of myself, especially since I don't feel "merged" in any way. I'm just a grown up trying to be a kid again!
Now psychic woman wants some money. Why does she need money if she is leaving for good? We all pay her some anyway, for the help she has been over the years, but it does feel a bit odd, in this sacred moment to start asking for money.
Now she has gone, and I am with some friends from Sheffield. We are playing music in what seems a bit like a tree house; there are many different levels and we are traveling between them.
On some levels we are playing hip hop, and on others we are playing folk, and on others yet more music, so much different styles of music, all in one tree house.
I'm falling and someone else is falling with me, and we both land without getting hurt.
Now we are all falling in someway or another, its part of making the music, you need to drop together at some point. And now I'm walking down a genel with Conor and the band, and we start running and we don't know if we can stop, and there's a road at the bottom, and its gona be dangerous if we can't stop in time!
A group of us surround her, eagerly awaiting her words of wisdom and prophecy.
She tells us she won't be around much longer, and that she won't leave behind much to follow. We are all sad because she has been our guide and our teacher, we always looked to her for help.
Now she talks to us, and we listen attentively. She points to me and says that she will leave a gift with me, a gift of leadership. People look at me with hope in there eyes, and I think "why me? I can't be a leader".
Now psychic woman wants us to have one last dance together. She asks us to merge with our animal spirits and dance out over the fields. Dancing is hardly the word most people would call it; they would use the word "insane". I feel more than slightly self conscious that I'm making a fool of myself, especially since I don't feel "merged" in any way. I'm just a grown up trying to be a kid again!
Now psychic woman wants some money. Why does she need money if she is leaving for good? We all pay her some anyway, for the help she has been over the years, but it does feel a bit odd, in this sacred moment to start asking for money.
Now she has gone, and I am with some friends from Sheffield. We are playing music in what seems a bit like a tree house; there are many different levels and we are traveling between them.
On some levels we are playing hip hop, and on others we are playing folk, and on others yet more music, so much different styles of music, all in one tree house.
I'm falling and someone else is falling with me, and we both land without getting hurt.
Now we are all falling in someway or another, its part of making the music, you need to drop together at some point. And now I'm walking down a genel with Conor and the band, and we start running and we don't know if we can stop, and there's a road at the bottom, and its gona be dangerous if we can't stop in time!
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