Surviving The Decade of Fluro
Being told how to behave by someone dressed in “High Vis” gear infantalizes the population. I am all for looking out for and looking after each other. I am not advocating for an every human for themselves free for all. I am simply pointing out that we need to open our eyes and see the Yellow Vests coming.
I object to being told how to “alight” from a train. A few years ago the major city stations started employing train helpers for peak commuting times. At every stop where the Yellow Vests are on duty, it was 20 seconds of pure mayhem. As soon as the carriage pulled in, the urgent shouting began “THIS WAY, THIS WAY, GO THIS WAY, STEP HERE, GO THIS WAY, RA RA RA, THIS WAY”. Passengers resembled unruly goats being funnelled through a sheep sheering chute – all panic and clattering heels. One’s own sense of direction was interfered with – the internal compass needle spinning wildly. With no time to collect your own thoughts, you simply obeyed the fluro bark. How many more simple, daily tasks will we allow to become flurocratised?
As the pendulum swings sharply back from today’s overt narcissism and over consumption the battle ground will be joy and exuberance, creativity and ideas. The Party Poopers vs The Revolutionaries.