The Reclaimer

So you found my virtual home. In fact this is just one of my homes - the others are a little less public. It is from these various places that I emerge from time to time to carry out some of the most subversive activities this society has ever seen. I reclaim things. Many things are in need of reclamation today. Once my job was simply to bring order to the nursery - I stole children's toys if they were forgetful and didn't put them away. Now I find it is the adults who are the most untidy and forgetful. They throw away cars and castles, wishes and dreams, promise and persistence, dishes and beams.

All these things and many, many more are being cast off in this 'throw-away society' that has grown up. Children become desperate drug-users and thieves for the lack of education, eldering and employment. Beautiful artefacts, crafted by long-trained craftspeople, are cast aside in favour of ephemeral electronic trinkets, ingeniously designed to expire quickly and be replaced. Robust and rewarding relationships between spouses, siblings, colleagues and neighbours have been swept aside by short-term focus and fears of every kind: "If it doesn't bring instant gratification, jump ship and sue them," is the new way to be, it seems.

Ah, but the free and fearless souls are still in there. I look behind the panic and frustration in those eyes, those queueing eyes in supermarkets, banks, traffic jams and doctors' waiting rooms - and I see a knowing. "This isn't how it was supposed to be," says the knowing. "Why do I spend my life doing work I don't want to do, with people I don't like, wearing clothes I don't want to wear, to buy endlessly replaced things I don't need?"

Well, why do you? You could have things that are beautiful and never need replacing. You could do work that you love, wearing clothes that you choose, with people you admire and who admire you. You could reclaim your life.

That's where I come in. Perhaps I can help...