It’s a travel day: disrupted, fragmented. Hard to settle. Hard to write. Shards of time, split out. At the airport i stop for dinner. Loud: tannoy interrupts my thinking, people talking, constant noise. Hard in the restaurant: the staff are spread out, can’t communicate. So they improvise.
An emergent sign language: they whoop to catch attention, then gesture across the wide expanse of tables. The signs are alien to me, but clearly understood by the team: we are dispatched across to a table.
We are adaptable: the desire to communicate, the need to communicate, is strong. We find ways around the noise, find ways to convey the signal. Communities want to communicate: they find ways.