Why is the grass always greener?
And why I'm not giving up my fantasy future.
“I like it when a flower or a little tuft of grass grows through a crack in the concrete. It’s so fuckin’ heroic.”
- George Carlin
Dear friends,
Do you find the grass is always greener somewhere else, usually in the future?
It’s the 30th of September and I’m sitting in Eddie the Van with the sliding door open onto my friend’s garden. We’ve just had what might be the last swim of the year in the sea here in St Leonard’s on the south coast of England. I’m wrapping my wife Karin’s birthday presents, mostly books, and listening to a podcast with the photographer Wolfgang Tillmans. Tomorrow I’ll go for a proper Sunday roast with friends. And on Wednesday, Karin will arrive for a holiday.
Sounds nice? And yet… the grass is greener somewhere else.