a vital time to listen

Clunkily, we manoeuvre our way through the weeks, weary but on keen lookout for a divergence from the debris.

The noise, the mental stimuli is prolific. Someone or something, somewhere has us outraged; the sensitive are crushed; emotional needs of the children overlooked, the inquisitive, chastised; the unsure, bullied. Acquiescence is the new black. The way forward as we once knew it to be, now appears illusory, unbound with all that it once promised. In the depths of pandemonium, we learn the hard way how constructs can, at a hairsbreadth, crumble.

And so, it is time to start creating a new world, accordingly.