September sketchbook.

 

Top: An old canal gate, Perlethorpe. This would once have controlled the flow to a Mill, which has long since gone.

Bottom: An imagined sketch of a field after harvest time.

 all text and artwork copyright ian gordon craig

Make it make sense.

 

"Someone must have been telling lies about Josef K, for one morning, without having done anything wrong, he was arrested".

No it's not the #UK news. It's the opening lines to Franz Kafka's "The Trial". His nightmare premonition of a totalitarian state.

 

I try to make sense of things. I should stop. Dramatic changes in the #UK are not due to incompetence. That’s the mistake people make. They are desired and intended. But their endgame is a mystery to me, and will no doubt remain so.

I used to think I knew what the role of a King or Mayor or policeman was. But I don’t. I used to think I knew how the benefit system, housing, or NHS worked. But I don’t. I used to think I knew what shoplifting meant. But I don’t.

In the distant past I was encouraged to sing Onward Christian Soldiers and recite the Lord’s Prayer. "I was just a child. Honest, guv, I didn’t understand what I was doing.” All that’s inappropriate conduct now. Like old social media comments, waiting, ready to condemn.

 all text and artwork copyright ian gordon craig