Only actions matter and we’re languishing in grey water. We’ve plans for papering cracks and managing inherited change, but but but soon we’ll hear the sound of gunfire, fireworks, and workmen arriving to dismantle the last remaining principles we have taken for granted. We’ve strategies for drawing down the Sun and dressing it in tried and trusted weeds, and we’ve bullet points for step-by-step step-changes in the way we get things done. Grey water is cold but comforting, and although there once were beautiful boats, with carved rails and billowing sails, this will do. This will do. Remember beautiful boats? Remember? They go without saying, they said, and there was no saying – and they went. Plans for curved keels came to plans for folded paper. There was gunfire in the night, there were fireworks as the Sun shed its comfy togs, and workmen arrived to whistle through their teeth at the potential cost of doing nothing. We wash our faces in grey water. Three words: only actions matter. Three words: but but but.
Oz Hardwick
Picture Nick Victor