Daily Musings: Food, death, and colours.
Life is a hand of cards issued by a crooked casino, and where, eventually, the house always wins. Before reaching that inevitable end, some of us are lucky enough to win with the combinations given to us. Others still, use skill, deceit, charm, or perseverence to win despite the cards given to them.
Our lives are dictated by the hand we are given and the intersubjective structures we have created in our society, whether that be capitalism, socialism, welfare, tax-breaks, transport, technology, ideology or virtual-reality, cannot issue you cards that are not in the deck. We are bound by the parametres of our existence; we do not exist outside of the material reality we inhabit just as we cannot imagine a colour that doesn’t already exist.
My partner and I were handed reasonable cards, ones which on the grand scheme of things enable us to feel lucky in relation to most of the players on the table. With the cards in our hands we took our chance and moved out of the United Kingdom to spend six months in Mexico. Merida in the Yucatan to be exact: the Mayan kingdom of a state with Aztec and Colonial rulers.
Both in our early 30s, we have found ourselves at a time in which big decisions are being taken; decisions which transcend us one from a world of plurality into a life of coherent singularity. In this process of…