The Garden is a place that cannot exist. Here not only inhibition but the structures that produce inhibition are not present. The social and capitalistic structures that infect our lives so thoroughly here simply don’t exist there. No racism, no misogyny, no heteronormativity, no wealth and no poverty. Communism that blooms.

I find myself increasingly frustrated with my own political apathy. I have staunch views but seldom take any active role in demonstrating them. Never before have I felt so under threat by my own country for my views, nor have I felt so threatened by the prospect of war. What the fuck am I going to do if I’m called up to serve? And do I really want to serve this country anyway? And what’s the healthy alternative? Where do you run to now? It all seems a touch fucked.

Here we are – the first blog post. God knows how many I’ll actually write, or if what I’m endeavouring to write about will even come to fruition, but at least I can say with absolute authority that this is the first!