Sometimes I feel like I don’t have a partner
Sometimes I feel like my only friend
Is the city I live in, the city of angels
Lonely as I am, together we cry
I didn’t post yesterday, as I couldn’t – my eyes stared unblinkingly at every news site possible, trawling for information, whilst new horrors seemed to pop up each hour. Hearing stories of loss and fear, fielding calls from friends were worried about what was happening across the country – is something I never thought that I would experience. I don’t remember ever feeling so unsafe or so scared. And even now the sound of sirens, which used to be ubiquitous theme music in the city – have taken on a new sensation of menace.
I feel so fond of my asphalt jungle – the concrete and steel may lack the classic beauty of rolling meadows, and the peaceful idyll of chocolate box villages. But, I always felt safe despite the sense of foreboding others might have felt about the big bad city – these are the streets that I played hop scotch on, walked to school, rode bikes with my friends, had water fights, awkward dates and awkward kisses, and almost every corner of London holds a fragment of a memory for me.
Streets as soothing as a hug, and landmarks as comforting as hot chocolate on a bleak winter’s day always gave me a sense of familiarity and security. I know bad things happen on some of our streets, and nor do I wish to sugar coat the realities of life by trying to rewrite the inner cities as an urban fairytale filled with unicorns and rainbows. But, I never believed that what we are witnessing would unfold – watching civility implode, and humanity unravel.
I don’t pretend to know all the reasons why this is happening they are manifold, complex, and painful – and the touch paper that has ignited this wave of desolation and destruction can be picked apart at a later stage. My heart just goes out to all those who have, been affected across the UK – and though my views are jaundiced – the image for today’s scheming and dreaming gives me hope. After all a city that has survived the blitz, and 7/7 will surely rise again, and in times where we are filled with despair – there is always a nugget of belief that good will overcome the bad.
Be Safe xxx
The good tends always to outweigh the bad: it just takes longer to get itself organised.
Alain de Botton
About the author
I'm the big kahuna with the whole shebang. Amma = Idiot + Savant. Also known as Ams, Amsy, and less frequently Adjubi . Nice to make your acquaintance. I write in the first, second, third and sometimes disembodied person (Bet it will confuse the life out of you).