High humidity, sticky sweat on the skin, slate grey clouds paving the sky and soon the thick drops will make music hitting the glass roof in the conservatory. And maybe thunder, to liven up the symphony. My soul sings along. Leaves are already starting to acquire coppery tones. The chestnut trees are changing. It seems like life is finally getting back on track. Nowhere near normal. But the return of some familiar scenes, weather that makes me feel good, being able to make plans or walk barefoot on the dry grass in my backyard picking up the green fruits the squirrels toss away from the oak tree… It sounds normal. It feels normal. It’s good enough. I’ll take it.
Come on over, Autumn. Not a day too late.
“What happens is that you tend to gather around you very different types of people. It’s impossible to please everyone all the time, and even more so when you have to meet such varied expectations. The opinions that one person agrees with are not the same ones the other person wants to hear; the problem is that they’re both sitting at your table. Next time you wonder why is it that you seem to attract so much hate, remember this.”
It’s funny to remember the late 90s and that promise of “connection at a global level” with the internet. Everyone excited about the possibility of making friends all over the world and expanding their contacts to unimaginable levels. Now the world is literally at our fingertips and yes, it’s easier to get in touch with people from far away to whom we feel connected to, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen people feeling so alone.
Everyone has become dependent on the internet for so many things that if the connection doesn’t happen online then we don’t know how to make it happen in real life anymore. This is a skill I have never developed, so it doesn’t make that much difference to me but I can’t help thinking that living inside the big network ended up hampering many of the skills needed to survive outside it.
Last month saw my first foray into zone 1 since march; four months only going out to hunt for toilet paper and alcohol 70%. Non essential shops had received the green light to open but most people were still working from home. The streets were empty enough to give a desolate, post-apocalyptic vibe to one of the most populated supercities on the planet. Had my first coffee out of the house and it was good. The tart was a mistake; I am always falling for the most flashy sweet trap. Should have gone for a croissant instead.
It was nice to be able to prance about not bumping into people or dodging pushchairs, take pictures free of white vans and not to feel overwhelmed and rushed by the crowds. But the city needs workers, shoppers and tourists to thrive; without people breathing life into its crowded arteries, it withers and die.