Friday, September 16

I thought some more about Where The Crawdads Sing and decided that the more I thought about it the more I liked it. The film lived in the netherland between a sequence of events and a story. From one perspective nothing much happened in dramatic terms and therein lay its power.

It served on a meditation on the consequences of feeling a part of nature and not differentiating at all between oneself and the rest of the world. Kya saw herself as just one of the things in the world, and that set her apart from “civilisation”.

I thought about this as I went for a walk down to Alepa to get some cash for India, and to finds out what would happen if I went for a walk to Alepa.

The good news: I did not limp back with my leg on fire. Instead I strode back with my left leg feeling sore. On the way I stopped to photograph one of the poles that may or may not let steam out of the district heating system.