I’m taking a shortcut through a church carpark, it’s the first Saturday of November. Lots of nice cars outside, their owners all inside praying for the status quo to spare them, for the half baked form of our economy to return, ‘we’re sorry, we won't do anything stupid ever again, just bring back the fake success’. People think of shockingly unremarkable ways to live up to expectations when the expectations themselves are so dull in the first place. It only adds to the revulsion I feel. Nah, I’m never going to be able keep up with this even if I wanted to. At least it might make life interesting rather than trying to live out my own variation on a theme. If life is music, then half the world is playing in coverbands. Coldplay coverbands. Eerh.
