For me, such a moment happened at around 5:15pm today – watched the football last night with friends (can’t have everything: never been too invested in team sports, mind you), I’d got up early to prep someone’s mid-year review, she evidently experiences me one of the more supportive kinds of managers and I’ve then delivered some training to a small induction cohort on self-harm, suicidality and domestic abuse – which I enjoy, weirdly: luckily it takes all sorts to make a world.
After knocking off work at 5:00pm, I’ve driven to the post office to send a birthday card to my mum, flowers are on their way as well: it’s sunshiney and warm but not too warm in South London today and Gloria Gaynor’s Never Can Say Goodbye is on the radio.
(Who doesn’t love 1970s disco? Hopefully we're aligned on that. Never Can Say Goodbye came out in the 1982, it turns out: 'the long 1970s', perhaps? I’ve been reading veteran
music critic Simon Reynolds’ Retromania, he’s got me listening to LCD Soundsystem’s Losing My Edge and either I’m not losing my edge or mercifully I never found
one though I was unquestionably there in 1974 … I have his companion volume Futuromania to collect from the local
library and no doubt he’ll have some cool facts to share about Georgio Moroder in
general and Donna Summer’s I Feel Love in particular).
Sometimes – however temporarily, however much we are ‘free inside of a cage’ as
the existentialists tell us and with all due deference to the ongoing perma-crisis and the privileges (including a still-functioning socioeconomic substrate on the one hand and the biochemical wherewithal to experience qualia of any kind on the other) underpinning this sense of subjective wellbeing – it all just comes together …
