online: 13 october 2015
modified: 15 october 2015
13 october 2015 at the edge of the
looking across a wide stretch of playing field... that is curved as if a
very shallow dome to the earth... (to which my gaze is tangential)...
as i look across the grass... towards a long curved stretch of bushy trees along the horizon...
already changing colour...
...and much closer behind me is a little stream from which i hear the
sound of water trickling down a slight gradient... beneath bushes and
...in dusk already near to darkness the grass is turning grey and the
taller trees are nearly black... but my main impression is of cosiness
in this little cave of vegetation where occasional traffic noise is
softened and the sense of peace is real...
...looking up from this touch screen i see immediately two red lights
above the distant trees (they are the safety lights on the London fire
service microwave transmitter)...
all these things are aligned to fit the curvature of the earth... which
is so great that it looks flat... perhaps the primary illusion which had
to be seen through... by scientific thought and observation... not theology...
or other imposed illusions... though they too
have some reality... perhaps about to be rethought...
...now nearly dark so now i go... to catch a bus and cook a meal...
after cooking, eating, and listening to news radio my thoughts turn to
the difficulties of living... to which this evening there seems to be no
answer... until i remember to think of what i am pleased to be doing (in
the world)... thinking about what seems needed... which i have for
decades called by such names as design methods... softopia... digital
diary... or even creative democracy... (and several others)... and which
i am enabled to realise and do...
...so i simply return to editing this evening's digital diary note...
which consists of these very words... (not needed perhaps but enjoyable
...at which i can't help laughing... thank goodness... for the
difficulties are severe...
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