
…
To live in fear of my society,
not knowing who could harm me
of course, not intentionally,
but because of the recklessness
of politicians who make decisions
and let me pay the price.

…
To live in fear of my society,
not knowing who could harm me
of course, not intentionally,
but because of the recklessness
of politicians who make decisions
and let me pay the price.

How big do the consequences have to be to speak of risk? Is it a matter of life and death or just my material security? Is it about the possibility of landing on my behind? Is something risky if it’s just stupid?

Thousands and thousands of people are on the streets in London, demanding a second vote on Brexit -the exit of the European Union. In the last vote, they got it wrong too.

It is the truth. I think I don’t have it all together, there seems to be a major piece missing. The filter, the one, that goes between brain and mouth, I must have lost it. It’s gone.

The other day, someone at a store mentioned that a Methamphetamine lab had been found in an old house nearby and he asked me a rhetorical question:
“Why didn’t we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?”