#160.20 - Sunday #72.2: The inevitable happens

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The warmest day of the year thus far. Almost certainly. It has been so interesting watching the world go into meltdown. I really am not very worried about this virus - please see previous posts in the last two months - however, I respect the fact that other people ARE. And watching other people trying to square the circle of wanting to go outside or not wanting others to go outside is really interesting.

People who either are LYING that they find it stressful or people who are really stressed out by this are the ones which I just keep watching like a car crash. We will never EVER know the truth of what happened this year. However, what is true is that life will take a long time to go back to normal. 

There are doubts which crawl through my mind and today they were huge and persistent. So much is changing and so much is uncertain now. In America, they are paying, paying for their refusal to acknowledge the Indian Burial Ground which is the entire country. The atrocities carried out under slavery. And their own lying place in the world. How they went around tearing into countries while pretending they were doing good things. Trashing the planet in search of profit. Bringing whole countries to their knees. It is some fucking place and the reckoning has been sometime coming. Just like it was sometime coming in England as well. In the UK.

Who believes the lies? Who? 

All of the sorrow, all of the suffering. All of it.

Words keep breaking apart. They keep sliding off, crumbling. As soon as you put one word after another the previous word dissolves, embarrassed by its own frailty. The lie it has told. When the sentence forms, it is obsolete. How I envy the writers of old, their certainties, their narratives, all in tact beautifully sharp and crisp, like newly ironed sheets.

It is a time for Beckett and his gobbledy gook. His words which unform the moment they are found. The words which are whittled down so that each one is exact, precise. That it could mean everything and nothing and nothing is probably about right. And yet, here are words...

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