Last week temperatures reached a high of 35°C – a record for May. I bought an AC unit, despite the fact that I am very poor and I probably have to move out soon since my landlord is selling the flat. So, it was a stupid, rash decision that I do not regret since I am now cool as a cucumber.
Today’s temperature is 17°C. And I didn’t bring a jacket to work. And it is raining cats and, indeed, dogs.
I’m too hot, I’m too cold. I’m 44 and my leg hurts. My hair is grey, I’m never happy. I am too much and not enough. This is what late-stage capitalism and climate change has done to me. To you too. I sometimes wonder what the future looks like and then I remember that all we wanted were the hoverboards from Back to the Future II and all we have is microplastics and cybertrucks.
I currently work in the City of London (OK, across the road, but I walk through it) which is the financial square mile. It’s where Liverpool Street and the London Wall is… anyway, I saw one of them Waymo cars that they’re testing and I just thought: OK, but why? Not for any amazing/deep/thoughtful reason. Just, well, what is the damn point? In some US cities I can almost get on board (except they do feel dystopian whatever why I look at it) since they tend to have cities purpose built for cars. All grid system and straight lines and none of this middle ages stuff knocking about. I walk past a ruin every day and I think, “huh, look at that”. Anyway, US cities and Milton Keynes – sure have self-driving cars. But LONDON? Sheesh.
Back to the point. The weather is making me feel insane. Yesterday there was thunder and lightning and it was very frightening. Next week we’ll be back to too hot to handle summertime blues. I cannot deal with this. This country used to be a real place. A temperate place. With snow in the Winter and picnic-weather Spring. Now, it’s too much all over the shop and I think that it should be illegal. Can someone sort this out, please?
Vicky Goes On (Again) 