
Spring arrived with mud and a torrent of bad news.
“Wash the mud off thoroughly with soap, and spray a sanitiser after that.”
“I love the smell of wet earth.”
“You need to do it to retain the sense of smell.”
I dreamt of trees laden with a spiky fruit, which no one wanted to touch. The grass grows beneath my feet, but I can’t move.
I keep my eyes shut, not wanting to wake up to something worse than this – where bad news ceases to impact, for I’m so used to it now.
Is that a sanitiser or anaesthetic?

Love the conflating of sanitizing and (de)sensitizing. Would that we could wash asay the pain!
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Thanks!
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We see and hear so much bad news that it does seem mundane and boring and means nothing. Sad and scary.
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Thank you!
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i call this century instant karmatic
after the john lennon song
he nailed it
who do you think you are?
a superstar?
well right ur
exactly
not good
we are overloaded
with too much
and as such
have our capacity
for empathy
diluted
and polluted
this rant is only my response
to your prior post
which in the most
is fucking fantastic!
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Good one!
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Very nice. My only after thought is on sanitizing. It’s neither natural nor good for us. 😉
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I had to take a train journey in Jun’20 with sanitisers n gloves. My hands were unrecognisable for an hour after taking off the gloves.
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Deep , profound questions
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Thank you, Sadje!
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You’re welcome my friend
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