It’s 2225 on Wednesday 17 May. I am sat, as I am so many evenings, at my computer in my room at 32A Aristotle Road. The blind is open, and the drops from the evening’s rain are still strewn across the window panes. In that pane I see my reflection. Lines drawn across a forehead of a face no longer young, hair receding. Pearl Jam’s Black plays through the oversized earphones I’m wearing. Suits my mood. The EU flag that hangs on the wall behind also reflects in the dark panes of glass, the symbol of what I spend so many hours of my free time working for.
And as I sit I have to contemplate a long night of work ahead of me. For the website server that I administer for the European Movement in Germany has crashed again. I’ll get no cash for the hours I’ll spend repairing the thing. I’ve even lost track of what the European Movement is actually doing at the moment. Yet still I am tied, here, to this responsibility, like some kind of awful addiction. If I don’t do this work, who will? And if I don’t do it, what am I? It’s all some kind of link to all the pro-European campaigns I once did, but it feels so distant now.
Anyway, responsibility beckons. I wish you a peaceful night wherever you are.
[UPDATE – 4.1.10]
Please note: if you’ve come across this by searching for Aristotle Road in Google: I no longer live there!