Solastalgia honestly? Apathy. Dysfunctionality. Fall asleep in your clothes, teeth unbrushed. Take to your bed in the day. Skip golf and kayaking because you can’t face the traffic on your electric bike on the B1122 or the digging along the country lanes for the six miles to Aldeburgh. Found a book on trees in Mum’s old painting den. Made a collage of the oak tree, our champion against climate change, who SZC are chopping down left right and centre. I just want to cut out pretty pictures of flowers and stick them in a scrap book. So I shall. Cousins coming for birthday tea. Bring Your Bakes Humming bird cake. Small things.
How does it make sense to cut a village in half with a road? How does it make sense to cause pain and distress to so many people who care for the land and its inhabitants? Even Jenny Riddell Carpenter has become part of the Sizewell C propaganda machine.
The diggers are a movable feast. Slick. Chirpy. They’ve done HS2 and Hinkley. Dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig, dig the whole day long. Disassociate yourself from what you’re doing and just play a song.
I’m going to London to learn how to make a surreal film and see friends and family. I’m planning my summer holiday in remote parts of Scotland by train and local bus.
Run, Baby, run.
‘Solastalgia is when your endemic sense of place is being violated’ – Glenn Albrecht, philosopher.
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