Reading an interview with Ursula K Le Guin seems like a message from another age (or another star). It’s from the book series “The Last Interview” which was published by a New York Times journalist.
Here where I sit in Manchester sprouting all round us are luxury high rises. Glass and steel confections. I even saw the architect today, Ian Simpson.
Me and my partner live in a non luxury mid rise building from the 1990s. Our landlord is looking to sell. With only a pittance coming in we are in danger of becoming those people who are priced out of Manchester. It’s like the prices keep getting inflated and inflated and the wages keep getting nibbled away.
It’s like a dream bubble that is floating ever further tantalisingly out of reach.
The Le Guin interview intrigued me. It was like someone speaking from a world where the natural state of mind is not to be paranoid. Refreshing. Fresh air.