‘A journalist once got baffled at my inability to summarise the “goal” of our work at a school called HOME. I wanted to help him, but it’s just not how I think about any of this. If I knew what we were “trying to achieve” – if I had the kind of certainty such language seems to imply – then I fear this would blind me to the unexpected lessons that present themselves along the way, the unforeseen lines of enquiry that arrive like a stranger across the threshold. I’ve no desire to make strong claims about what is achieved by serving mince pies to neighbours and strangers, but I will say that, from these humble, stumbling experiments in convivial economics, I am learning things that I would not have caught sight of, had I tried to do all my thinking through books and screens and the kind of conversations that come with footnotes.’ (from the Writing Home Substack)


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