2003-03-20 - 2:05 p.m.
Its sunny outside and I’m playing music on my computer. The sky is blue and it makes me want to jump into it, like splashing into a swimming pool. But the rest of the view from my window is of bricks, and this makes me feel enclosed, secure, but unloved.
The world is at war. Not in our name, people shout, not knowing what they are saying, just trying to protest not having had the choice. I want to shout at them, GROW UP. This is not a child’s game, people get hurt, our only choice is to make the fewest number hurt. This is life. Life sometime kills.
And what of the sanctions, of those things which will finally be removed in a couple of days. Spin the time back two years, given the choice, war and the removal of sanctions, or a long drought, which would we have chosen, because the choice is ours not theirs.
And is it that which really turns our stomach, that we have power and they don’t. That I can write with a pencil, and they haven’t seen one in 10 years because of the lead which could have been used for the military?
