Movement Two

I have plenty of ideas. It’s just that none of them have come to me yet.

I overslept by two hours, and then stayed in bed watching clips of Starship Troopers on YouTube for half an hour. Soldiers torn to shreds by giant bugs. Maybe that’s why I’m in a bad mood.

R- and I walked down the canal between Angel and Broadway Market yesterday, springing grotesque shadows on the towpath as we walked East. We talked about ourselves, our friends, and how it might be possible to survive pursuing a [whisper it] creative career.

Apparently, in America, freelancer is now a job role in and of itself. Not even freelance marketer. Just freelancer. What do you do? I freelance.

But I have to check the veracity of whatever my friends tell me on the Internet nowadays, because I realised how frequently I parrot whatever I hear, and this is the closest I found in one minute of browsing: “Freelancers predicted to become the U.S. workforce majority within a decade, with nearly 50% of millennial workers already freelancing, annual “Freelancing in America” study finds.” So not exactly, but still.

I wonder if this Movement will find a form as it goes along, an open brief being the enemy (?) of creativity, and the enemy of captivity. An open brief, open briefly.

Bruce Chatwin writes in Songlines that ‘Melody’ comes from the Greek melos for ‘limb’. That contradicts the Internet source I’ve found which says melos means ‘song’. Who do I believe? Both could be true. Limbs can be songs.

Maybe ask one of the several people I know who actually speak Greek, and not trust the Internet.

Never trust the Internet.