The rain is falling and all around our possessions leak out onto the streets and wash away with the flow. All we do is watch. It is only what we can carry on our shoulders that we keep. All else is moot. Time and time again we are given portals to tomorrow. Time and time again we watch as they draw nearer, then pass. We made ourselves fit for this home and then made the home unfit for ourselves. In time there will only be rain and there will be no one to give it its name.
Paddy Dobson
23rd September 2021