Much that once was is lost

The world is changed.

I feel it in the water.

I feel it in the earth.

I smell it in the air.

That rising sense of doom that lurked over much of 2016? It hasn’t gone away. It didn’t disappear when the ball dropped, when Big Ben rang in the new year. We might have hoped for a sudden epiphanic revelation, a global awakening, or at the very least an epic ‘what the hell happened’ hangover, the likes of which I haven’t seen since the infamous Gin Imps incident of December 31st 2009 (short story: free bar). At times like this, when we have an only semi-hyperbolic sense of the world slipping into darkness, the urge to howl mournfully into the void becomes irresistible. So this is me, howling. I will take up my metaphorical pen and hope that it is indeed mightier than the sword.

Peace and love x



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