"Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world," The brief is nowhere near solved despite sleeping on the conundrum last night. A sustainable village in the heart of rural Transkei. Forgotten by the apartheid government and still undeveloped 14 years after independence, the place reeks of poverty and desperation and yet it has a distinct air of pride laced with a distrust of big city people with empty promises.
Sustainability sustain-ability sustained-ability sustaining ability. It could work, you know. I can see it on street pole ads, only in my minds eye, but it's there an image not caught in freeze frame but alive as if I'm driving past and caught unawares by images and words that startle me.
I'm trying to be impartial and objective. Trying to put myself into the shoes of a passerby seeing the words and trying to figure out what the hell they mean and where exactly the Transkei actually is.
Have to record this thought sequence. They'll never believe me.
Free falling, free styling, Free verse, Free jazz, Free wheeling.
Relistened to In Rainbows and Stadium Arcadium. Still think they suck but can't find a rational explanation for my apparently irresistable urge to push play again and again. Will this feeling prove to be sustainable?
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