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May 20, 2003
When I was out walking the dogs in the stormy and wet winter weather this evening I suddenly realized what was lacking from life. Social hope. I had none. Maybe I could learn to imagine it.
Love is not enough. Nor is cuddling up to the environment. Life is really about money. And we have work so hard to get it--- all that responsibility and sturdy independence stuff---that we harden ourselves against intimacy and tenderness.
Maybe I could gain some social hope by becoming a press secretary who uses the press gallery to gain an advantage for a big time politician who's keen on preserving the dignity and traditions of the office (say a Nick Minchin or a Tony Abbott) I would then generally spend my days hosing down everything in sight.
A spin doctor. There you have it. I would then see social hope everywhere.
I was happy. I saw the sun's rays playing across the black sky and caressing the top of the trees. The dogs were playing chasey and it had stopped raining.
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