Profit

I have a deep fear of separation. Last night I had a dream that someone was taken away, someone I care deeply about, though you wouldn’t think it to know me. I’d tell you the dream but in the light of day it seems laughable; they often do. Underneath though is a feeling I have been hiding from for some time, a cloud that looms more each day; that we are slipping into darker times. The days when the choice of our being together may be coming to an end, these decisions may soon be taken from our hands. The media is becoming more rabid by the hour, the latest opinions are crushed into our hands at the train stations, adverts tell us what to think and medicate us with luxury, fear is our new motivation, and how long will we remain on the winning team? As I cross a bridge over the river I see the skyline, the roofs with their antennas, all looking toward the truth. I have a sickening feeling of the approaching gap, how little is in our hands, the time for action has passed, we have let it slip by without raising a finger. Things will happen now, they already are.