We are all tired. There is little of worth to say about it, beyond the acknowledgement. There will always be the tireless competition of who is most tired, as well as the pantomime of who is least and most deserving of our praise. The sad reality of people waiting five sevenths of their life to enjoy two has become a sadder reality of people enjoying nothing of their lives on the paper-thin promise they might be able to enjoy two sevenths much later. Work is a constant stream, passions have become hustles and most have settled into the modern ennui, only to stare out at the privileged few flaunting edited instances of bliss. But you can, at least, get anything delivered at a moment’s notice by a person paid even less than you.
Paddy Dobson
27th December 2020