No-man’s-land is still a barred field. The barbed wire is still sharp. The postmarked ground soaked with stagnant water. Across this grey and brown political landscape the broken May-Bot continues to clatter, refusing to let anyone else rule her kingdom of craters.
I have Crisis Fatigue. Where we go from here I do not know. It is beyond me currently to concoct a plan that might bring about the future I desire. I hope for a revolutionary uprising. I hope that the Left can hack at the cracks in the Right that are now canyons. I hope that the future is better, more equal and fairer for all. Call me an irrational idealist if you like.
I won’t argue.
But surely hoping for a better world is better than fighting against one?
SNAP!
words: Rylan CAVELL