I love the idea—the truth—of “crip time”—that cripples work differently and the time in which they work is largely in contradistinction to normal people’s 9-5 clocks. It’s a truly utopian insistence.
And walking blind, getting places early or late I think of just how many historical figures have ruined utopian thinking. Vladimir Lenin took a good blueprint and turned it into a prescription for murder.
So I want crip time to change how we work, especially in these malodorous United States where almost everyone suffers from brutal exhaustion feeding the monster.
That’s it for now.
Off to get a haircut.
A nice Utopian cut.
Time to throw away the wool cap.