A perfect perfect moment
Sitting in my lounge room, watching Monkey Grip and the stories of share house , adults living communal lives by choice, making their own food, their own art, their own songs, editing their own photos by hand, spending as much time out doors and in creative pursuit as possible.

I first read Monkey Grip as a teenager, and felt fascinated by the lives but they seemed so far removed. However last night I had an epiphany, that in these conservative times there is still a backlash against that mundanity.

I was sitting in my sharehouse, cooking banana cake, making stewed apples, putting away hand knitted scarves, contemplating how to frame a lino print I'd made, reading about what to do in the garden. Then my flatmate and Mr Tabloid came in, and we flopped on the couch and read aloud to each other and it was perfect. My own version of Monkey Grip, not lived in emulation of anyone else's life, but a real living breatheing life choice.

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