A futile something for those who do not read
“ Once, I saw a bee drown in honey, and I understood.” - Nikos Kazantzakis Do you think, at a few weeks shy of forty, one is qualified to talk about how much they’ve seen the world change? Is it old enough to have some authority on such a matter? Perhaps it is still a decade shy of the wisdom we associate with ageing. I’m not sure I’m entirely comfortable, but I’d like to begin with “how much I’ve seen the world change.” It seems to be that, for the most part, these creatures calling themselves human beings have become increasingly less aware of how they cause ripples in a lake. It is a form of selfishness, but it is not deliberate, nor is it intentionally malicious. It is, as I said, a lack of awareness. The result of stupidity and pride fitting together so well. They hold each other at night, kissing one another's necks. Their fingers interlocked, dreaming the same dreams. I recall the time a man at a bar tried to borrow my attention to tell me how dreadful his life had ...