The old man has started to rant about leaving his closest family, about spending more time with his children. The children within earshot roll their eyes: they remember how he left them before.
Full disclosure: I am an incredibly angry person, but that does not mean that I hate. The two are too often conflated.
All certainty is a lie at this point. Only shouting loudly in the face of a loved one is acceptable now. It’s like deciding what to have for dinner at tea time, with a child shouting.
The Independent Group have been met with a mixture of celebration and contempt: a perfect name for a British theme pub if ever there was one.
My partner has no interest in going to the United States, but I would go tomorrow if you let me. I’m no longer in a position to do solo travelling, but that’s the life I have chosen.
Winged bestiality; aerial barbarism; malign and aloft.
I’d like to sit both ends of this phony Culture War down together for a nice cup of tea and a chat. It would be great.