We haven’t accepted it yet – our defeat. There’s life in us yet.
What life!
Life – disgusts me.
Not enough.
Not enough for what?
This endless doom spiralling. This game of one-down-one’s-ship. This war on life – on our lives.
Yeah, but it’s our defeat – not theirs. We’ll destroy ourselves. In our own way. In our own time. With our own style. We do it with panache. And humour. This is actually amusing for us …
Work in Progress 