"No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it's not the same river and he's not the same man." Heraclitus
Thursday, May 28, 2020
Trains, roots and witches
One risk of this blog is that it occupies a dangerous space between the personal, the political and the public spheres. It is obviously spurred by everyday happenings, political anger and personal anxieties. It gives James the chance to stray away from the analytical impersonal style of a newspaper article. It also gives him the chance to write about his introspective thoughts, which are lurking beneath the surface. In many ways the past weeks of semi isolation have been an ideal context for a journey dominated by three images; roots, trains and witches. Roots because these represent what anchors us to reality and connect the future to the past, creeping incrementally and seeking new sources of nourishment without breaking the chain. Trains because these represent the opportunity of a journey towards the next stations, a chance of a mapped out flight which may lack an ultimate destination. Witches cause they represent magical realism, the small extraordinary happenings in very ordinary lives, the ephemeral joy of threading dangerously and the thought that it is better to be awake and exposed to risk than asleep and numb. Yet these all live in contradiction with each other in a world where as Heraclitus warned us you cannot step in the same river twice. This may be why I changed my mind on stopping this blog upon the realization that the restoration of normality will not mean the end of this journey.