Strange Weather

Some of the people living next door are happy and some of them are not happy at all. The unhappy people can be very annoying. They stare, they do not salute, they are rude, they issue court summonses. Or they have behaved very badly indeed and continue to salute anyway. They make living in the countryside challenging and tense. Mediation is a good idea if you fall out with the neighbours. For example, if they agree to open this gate, then we could talk. Even though the gate is essentially see-through, it is difficult to communicate with them through it. It is a big barrier in our relationship.

And where, where, where – is the right of way? There is no clear way forward, it seems. According to Hito Steyerl and many others, it’s difficult now to see what’s ahead of us. Well, she is talking about the future specifically, but the future and right-of-ways are very similar. I propose that the future, alongside all right-of-ways through land, should be delineated in highlighter yellow. If the yellow mark is clear and concise, there will be no arguments. If it is unclear, or if it is not there at all, there will be holy murder.

There is a limited supply of land (they are not making any more of it). Sad fields have washing machines and other rubbish hidden in the corners. Some fields have cows buried in them, together with old cars, and pianos. Archaeologists will marvel in time over what we’re at with this arrangement of animals and machinery. Some kind of cow sacrifice to the Washing Machine Gods, accompanied by a pianoforte to send it off. 

And then there is this Knowth edition of Polly Pocket. It’s such a nice location, situated by the river with tranquil views of the surroundings. Apparently, there is evidence of fighting there too. Such a shame, it looked like such a lovely spot. Why can’t people just get on? I suppose I would have an arrowhead embedded in me by now. The ball is not getting any bigger.

Be careful in places where the signs are faded. Just because you can’t see it doesn’t mean it has gone away. So, watch out. I have cordoned off areas where there is a risk of personal injury to you, me, and others. The tape will be as long as possible. Meanwhile, if feeling despondent, read Albert Camus’ The Myth of Sisyphus, again, again, again, and again. A good laugh helps make everything better. All work is in progress, sure I’m in progress myself, until I eventually start to deteriorate and fall apart. Careful where you drive. Mind where you step. The weather is very strange at the moment.

– Laura Fitzgerald, 2024