Transport

The heat is wearing away at perception. Walking to escape the incarceration of the evening and the whirring of a fan my mind was grappling with who am I now that I have lived in this place to experience its raw isolation. Blipping certainly has focussed my thinking. Really wondering how I can communicate as far as I can a feeling of impossibility that we can continue to organise ourselves as poorly as we do, but surely can instead solve this incessant trucking and movement of goods yet most of it is rubbish. If only we wouldn't keep buying all this rubbish. The supermarket is full of rubbish.

looking in the opposite direction