I had always imagined that if I were to work from home, I would sit on that bench with my laptop, in the sun.
Today the bench looks less comfortable but no less beautiful.
And today I turn my thoughts to what it might be like to commute from your bed to your desk without having to leave your home.
I am so much happier in this room and at this desk. I may not be working as well as I would like (mostly because everything I need, including a connection to the server is at the office) but I feel freer. There are no internal politics, there is no panopticon, there is no one staring over your shoulder.
I’m thinking even the absense of that elusive “team spirit” is worth it.
Perhaps society is moving towards the minimum of human interaction. As in the magnificent film Wall-E, in which humans of the future live in front of a screen, picking and choosing their contacts through google searches and the twitter of pixelated conversation.
Is commuting to be borne with resilience, avoided at any price or a part of modern life that we as a culture have decided to side-line with free papers and mp3s?