Although the absurdity of the image of two fleas arguing over who owns the dog is immediately apparent… the absurdity of how we must pay for the right to live on the land continues to escape our society as a whole.
Over 20 years of paying rent and feeling the futility of trying to build a home whilst vulnerable to the whims of the housing market… I have been moved on from over 30 addresses. Last year my patience finally broke and for the last 15 months I’ve lived without a place to call my own, rent free and without the associated property obligations but experiencing an even greater form of vulnerability. Although I’ve not had to spend a night on the streets, there have been moments when the dampness of a shop doorway has felt perilously close, close enough to further deepen my empathy for those with no alternative.
Our culture is so completely insane, so totally upside down and back to front… it seems we must choose between living as an outlaw or surrendering to the insanity of reinforcing our culture’s bizarre traditions like paying money for the right to lie down on a small patch of earth.