The hyper connected world we live in throws up some odd stuff. This week has had quite a crop, forgive the introspection, this is my personal take on things.
A drug addled petty criminal died in Minneapolis in May 2020 and now, in January, over 4,000 miles away I am getting involved in a campaign to protect public monuments and road names here in Britain, including Havelock Road, Southall, home to the cemetery where my great great grandfather is buried. A tenuous connection that the Chaos Theory butterfly would be proud of.
The first US president I can remember is Ford. I cannot remember ever feeling as dejected and negative and full of just plain dread about the prospect of an incoming POTUS as now. I shudder to think how you guys are feeling. I know I’ve come close to losing friends since November.
Thanks to either gross incompetence or deliberate malice (and I wouldn’t give you odds on the former) on the part of the Chinese Communist Party in late 2019 my life (along with most folks of course) has been effectively on hold for nearly a year and we have just entered our third national lock down. Relief seems to be coming with some pretty unlovely strings.
Anyhoo, I’ve ben trying to direct what energy I have into creating things. Here are some of the fruits of my labours. I hope you like them, if you do share, echo and spread them.
https://video.parler.com/b2/IP/b2IPlGRi1gNk.mp4
https://video.parler.com/3D/E7/3DE7sGqeKZcJ_small.mp4
