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metrocentric) wrote2018-12-21 12:40 am
metrocentric) wrote2018-12-21 12:40 am
corners
On the corner the former fire station is occupied by Buddhists; variants of yoga and mindfulness are practised there. The other morning, early, two pale young men were at its entrance, verbally altercating; they were in disagreement and had Taken It Outside. As I passed I heard one to say to the other: "...I hear that, I accept that, but how you make me feel, when you..."
Out of the disused public toilet at the corner of the gardens by the tube station, a small bar/restaurant has been contrived. Before this establishment was installed a coffee stall was displaced, the eviction being effected passively: the proprietor's power supply was cut off. My initial impression of the new establishment was of the generic cafe background scene in a television series, or the aspirational images depicted on a retail development hoarding. Later an acquaintance remarked that it "...looks like something off of Hollyoaks", which I think is the same thing in fewer words.
In the evenings, the whir of Ocado vans and the buzz of food delivery scooters; my block is one of three with the same name and the mopeds move from one to the next in confusion, nosing around the corners, like bees at a rose bush.
My building was a place where cleaners lived; now several of my neighbours are visited weekly by cleaners.
The process of economic, social and cultural change locally is not so much one of gentrification, but suburbanisation.
Out of the disused public toilet at the corner of the gardens by the tube station, a small bar/restaurant has been contrived. Before this establishment was installed a coffee stall was displaced, the eviction being effected passively: the proprietor's power supply was cut off. My initial impression of the new establishment was of the generic cafe background scene in a television series, or the aspirational images depicted on a retail development hoarding. Later an acquaintance remarked that it "...looks like something off of Hollyoaks", which I think is the same thing in fewer words.
In the evenings, the whir of Ocado vans and the buzz of food delivery scooters; my block is one of three with the same name and the mopeds move from one to the next in confusion, nosing around the corners, like bees at a rose bush.
My building was a place where cleaners lived; now several of my neighbours are visited weekly by cleaners.
The process of economic, social and cultural change locally is not so much one of gentrification, but suburbanisation.