The wet and bleary land is too fluid to hold onto, too malleable to hold change, and it is decaying away into a motionless state. The energy is lost, never to return, and we are all too tired or too distracted to do anything. The damage is done.
Digging in our fingernails to find some joy between the crevices, or even just the sensation of feeling, clawing at each other like crabs in a bucket. Waiting for someone to come along and fix it all. But there's no one. Just us.
Paddy Dobson
22nd July 2023