Please walk, don’t run

notoriously, london real estate is near to none. this includes shared real estate like parks, pavements, ponds, pubs, pavillions. it can get cramped quickly, especially as the sun graces us with a drop of light to replenish our 9 months of vitamin d deprivation. apprehensive socialising in a confined area definately produces shared emotions and as a society that loves a grievience, we commonly bear the brunt of. perhaps, because of our year long exodus from this obligation thanks to covid or our reliance on satallite signals to provide a comfortable social distance that situates us behind our screens, we find these spaces stressful. in general, being cramped is confusing and uncomfortable.there are some personal exceptions that you might share with me. its fulfilling to have to drunkenly shout in order for a conversation to float over a boyent bar, escpecially if the crowd is joyus. something about that energy suggests a sort of nostalgia for the old times, where it was dutifull to be a bit rawcus in a public space, and the lack of observation used as a tool for having fun. i also like a busy bathroom post-show, whatever type of show that is. everyone has experienced the same 2 hours, for better or for worse. that space is especially invigorating if you feel disparate to the reception of the crowd - what did i miss? or did they miss? its an opportunity for anthropoligical reasoning, again, for better or for worse. apart from these few places that congestion and vocal pervasion belong in, a crowd is usually a cause for claustiphobic criticisms. 

it is here that i then ask, why the fuck do people join run clubs and subject willingfully to run in a crowd...tbc