To some degree we’re conflicted. These conflicts are awful for some, and for others, the conflict will appear indirectly but touch them nevertheless. Much as we look at strangers and observe their lives in comparison to ours’, and imagine how seemingly straightforward are their lives, the reality is that no one has it easy in life.
Anger for anger’s sake is ridiculous but anger that seeks to tear down age-old institutions which oppress, or which gives legitimate expression to oppressed people’s wants and needs, is no bad thing.
On her rising and dropping vowels, I’m carried in a soft embrace. I’m an infant laid down by their parent onto newly washed sheets; into a mid-afternoon sleep.
We discuss whether or not to distance ourselves from other tourists, without having the language to validate what in other times, would be labelled a prejudice.
No one is being levelled up or levelled down; all of us, farmer and financier alike, “are in this together”.
This is pretty fucking shit. But we can all help each other to try and make it a bit less shit. Less judgement. More kindness.