Monday, 29 August 2011
A Strange Feeling of Displacement
I feel almost unutterably sad right now.
There's a tightness in my stomach and a dizziness in my head. Also a vague nausea.
I find this quite interesting, because maybe as recently as five years back, would not have had quite this reaction to the things I have seen today.
At work, there is a balcony, on which we smoke. This balcony overlooks a second-floor patio, complete with tables, chairs and umbrellas against the sun - and three poor, bedraggled Cape Ash trees planted in a narrow drainage ditch running around one side.
The company who have been leasing the second floor are moving out, and the patio is being re-waterproofed, lest it drizzle upon the heads of the mining-house lawyers downstairs from them.
(I cannot tell you how that prospect fails to fill me with alarm - wet mining-house lawyers deserve most things which reduce their self importance.)
So, the trees are being dug up - cramped root system and all- and planted in big pots, temporarily I think.
Meanwhile, the sparrows who have made their nests for years in these trees -the sparrows who are my constant little friends of a cold morning - are sitting metres up the building, shouting and crying in alarm.
I feel despondent with the knowledge that most people see nothing wrong with any of this - the cramped, lollipop ed planting of great spreading African trees, the subsequent uprooting of them and the displacement of the birds.
But I feel as if I've been sobbing for hours.
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