Bank holiday Friday – the 29th April.
A beautiful day, London’s suburban streets were DEAD! Having just finished an essay on Night-walking, it was intriguing to find myself in such a situation mid-morning. A labyrinthine walk from Tooting Common to Northcote Road took me through some deserted, decorated walkways which embraced an odd air of eeriness and celebration. I was solitary and rarely came across another soul from one Victorian-housed street to the next. A cloned tremor blared from every building – a beautiful angelic chime of choir cherubs – nicely muffled by the windows. I could hear my footsteps, the water rushing under the roads, the enchanting bells of Westminster Abbey, authentically ringing out of television sets. I reached a point of wistful spiritual bliss, my serenity only occasionally mown down by the odd motor vehicle.
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‘The category of sex is the product of a heterosexual society in which men appropriate themselves the reproduction and production of women and also their physical persons by means of a contract called the marital contract. Compare this contract with the contract that binds a worker to his employer.’ (Monique Wittig – The Category of Sex) |
