We’re not on edge. We’re not all urgency. We’re not all half mad. We’re not extremists anymore. We’re not far left or far right or whatever. We’re not domestic terrorists now.
Were we becoming complacent? Stupid? Hadn’t politics become just noises off? Wasn’t it all over there? Wasn’t general world suffering a matter of the usual usual?
Our idols are dead and our enemies are in power: that’s what we knew. But we had jobs. We were okay.
Marks and Spencers wanderings. Was that what we were good for? Pret a Manger avacado wraps. Was that who we were now?
We were distracted. Dupeable. Were we Guardian readers now? Were we liberals?
Work in Progress 