Concrete

Concrete, four cold, hard walls of concrete, offering shelter and comfort. This is what we need, four walls and a roof. It’s simple really and yet these constructions dominate nearly every aspect of our lives. If we are not scraping together every last penny from our insignificant wage packets to afford one then we are sitting in one which we own, looking around us and thinking. We think of trading up, sizing down, extending, knocking a wall through, we need a utility room, a conservatory and a study to relax in and pursue higher things, things higher than conservatories and utility rooms.

All of this obsession, this pursuit of perfection, this house envy, comes down to one thing, capitalism, capitalism and money, okay two things, but aren’t they ultimately the same? I mean, I expect to be excused for my earlier assertion that a single phenomenon drives this chase of the bigger and better. Although, perhaps it isnt always about bigger meaning better, for example I for one don’t wish the crack in my wall, in the left corner of my room, just above the amusing poster that depicts amusing cow related scenarios, to be bigger nor better. On that thought, can we impress positive attributes onto negative features such as cracks. It doesnt matter in the end, as these dirty white walls close and embrace me.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s