There has been a run of ads on
TV recently for these planned
housing developments just outside of the city. They all have names like
Caroline Springs or
Riverdale Heights. They all feature meticulously
manicured lawns,
landscaped parks and
well designed purpose-built lakes overlooked by
the community
tennis courts.
A
bland housewifey resident comes on and explains how
idyllic their new home is and how every time they build a new
footbridge "the quality just surpasses her expectations."
I
envy and
pity these people at the same time. I envy their
simple happiness and contentment with their
sterile little lives, but I can feel only
contempt for someone
who somehow finds
fulfilment in a well constructed footbridge. This
vapid woman had expectations about a footbridge.
Christ.
Deliver me from Swedish Furniture.
Deliver me from Clever Art.
Deliver me from Quality Fucking Footbridges.
I may not be happy
these days but at least I am not
dead without realising it.