Looking at the human world you can be forgiven for seeing it as nought more than a collision of random variables, it isn’t, it’s actually quite wavelike in the social structures we have generationally evolved around us, they have currants and form streams, any human society is capable of generating tidal social storm surges too. All the differing tribes of human crazy are jockeying for powers weird as I type, twisting the soft social sands as rival insanities collide causing a sharp chaos for all involved. This article is not helped by my own continued ghostly experiment, yes stevesevilempire is still haunting around London, I am breathing, and dressing quite brightly, I could even claim to be a friendly ghost, a simple Casper who is witnessing and documenting the conflicting insanities of the once proud primate called human. If only I was invisible, but my ghostliness is a state of mind in and of itself. It’s a personal liberation. Gone is morality, and I could also argue that sanity is gone too, but when insanity is part of the new normal, which is a fact of life that Donald Trump proves on a daily basis, sanity suddenly looks abnormal and it is now ridiculous to cling to it, under these unique circumstances a shredded mind can become a haven of sunshine, especially as it watches this ignorant stampede of politics and economics cascading out of control.

All in all it has been a strangely calm week.

Likening the polarised political lunacy to a screw, and adding the DIY screwdriver mantra, “Lefty loosey righty tighty.” Sums up the world today with an enviable eloquence. Not that there is any difference between left and right in todays Britain. Nope, when all the parties have on offer is a thrift store collection of collective fears, well you get what you voted for, and yes, there is still no one worth voting for in our two main parties, because in reality, all politics is treachery.

The second wave is now upon us. The Coronavirus is spiralling like a tornado and the main political debate is? When to close the pubs. Now a sane person could be thinking. “In these trying times is that a priority?” Or. “How alcoholic are our illustrious honourable leaders?” Yet that is a mistake any sane person would make, because the new normal is not a sane thing, if denial is the food of leadership, then Boris is conducting a symphony of contradicting denials, and because 98% of us will prevail, but possibly starve to death after the pandemic closes shop in the next few years, it will be his epic leadership that has saved us. Another theory could be that all Coronaviruses wear wristwatches, and being night owls by nature rarely wake up before 11pm, which at least tries to explain pubs closing at 10pm or why they are open at all. Yes teeny weeny Timex’s. Trying to understand Downing Streets next move is more baffling than Wombat poop is, seriously Wombats drop square poops, little cubes, and whatever the evolutionary advantage is, is at least workable out-able, unlike our progressive leading actors playing at game o thrones. With a parliament this bad, sanity is now so passez and last year. Which is why we have Three Tiers Of Lockdown now, yes lets complicate the hell out of shutting our doors. It may be the next hit song, three tears of lockdown.

As a ghost like apparition of a one time photojournalist, I cannot criticise any of this, it’s all the contradictions combining and tripping us all up. The algorithms and waves of our societies are sluggish and stuck, as we get bogged down then stumble over all the conflicting trip wires of contradiction, stasis. Yes the word stasis crept into this article, and into my week. Foundations. Reality. Do we need them? Not when we have twitter, no not at all. I love twitter as it is simply an emergent wave of a human now. Twitter looks nuts because we as a species are nuts. As a ghost I enjoy tweeting, its particularly good for photographs, which is what I do most, contrary to my crumbled mind I am a professional photographer after all. So I tweeted some of the pics that are with this article. I tweeted a simple question too. The ghost of stevesevilempire asked. “What is the environmental cost of HS2? Now Apart from dodging HS2 trucks on my bicycle, (which is shit scary even for a ghost.) I have only ever seen HS2 people chopping perfectly good but inconvenient trees down, if I ever play Resident Evil again and the chainsaw guys and gals attack me, I will assume they work for HS2. However in replies I found out another contradiction. HS2 is greener than a green party member in a green room. Yeppa it was another of those pesky contradictions, like a freight train it came out of the blue, with chalk like logic the blows of rebuttal were struck. I discovered that my “intellectual vacuity is depressing but typical.” Then came the hammer blow. “You people can’t see the woods for the trees.” Who knows maybe I shouldn’t have initially replied asking for an answer using a smiley face. However with that many chainsaw happy people on the payroll, there won’t be much wood left.

Now I am going to be a snark here, by copy pasting a twitter exchange but the HS2 is green argument is this. “Without HS2 we don’t have the rail capacity for the future to get people and freight off roads and cut transport CO2 emissions to tackle global climate change. Stopping HS2 isn’t green, it’s exactly the opposite. Opponents of HS2 are doing the road lobby’s job for it.”

As I read the reply, my ghost should have shouted “Hallelujah! I have seen the light.” Then presumably run off to do PR photography for the lovely honest people at Exxon Mobil. Yet as Swiss cheese arguments go this one isn’t the worst ever but accurate it is not. It’s almost expected too, as the, we are greener than you are card game, is a formula cooked up by climate deniers and Exxon Mobil in the first place, and I will point out that I am stevesevilempire and have no wish to be considered a good guy anyway. Plus I am a ghost. So I replied. “That doesn’t answer the question.”