They’re still chopping trees down because of the whim of
some insane dictator. How can a tree hater make it to the top? That hater has
infiltrated the Trust. And still they trust. Maybe that person is phobic of our
entish friends, maybe a branch fell on their head when they were a baby. Now
the same imbecilic people in charge are attempting to rob us of our park. It
seems our rulers are unfashionably unenvironmental. Nature is
your enemy. It is uncontrollable, unpredictable and far more beautiful than
you, little lab rat, will ever be. But hey, we need a new leisure centre and
hey, we need to get rid of every tree that isn’t indigenous. They are trying to
rip the soul out of the city.
And another thing that makes me angry. Cleaning. Hoovering.
This fills me with fury, with a loathing at the world, at the house, at
existence. Maybe we should shave the dog. Maybe next time we’ll get one of
those really ugly bald dogs.
This day must improve, but as soon as I write that I
remember that I forgot what came before. This day had a great start, before my
happiness was hoovered away. At 9.00 this morning I was dancing around a
badminton court. Niaing, jumping, punching, freedancing with a fantastic abandon. What joy!
9.00 – 10.00: so happy
10.00 – 12.00: so angry
12.00 onwards: so
so. I’ll aim for philosophical.
Nia:
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