I think the defining thing – the most seminal thing – about keeping a blog is consistency. So, several months later, here I am. There is a lot to say, of days filled with anguish, happiness, horror and hope, but the most significant thing right at this moment is the destruction of humanity, found in the atrocious act in Paris at Charlie Hebdo office. Acts of terror are a constant and inextinguishable threat in our fragile world but one always expects to find some level of civility on the battlefield. But this is not a battlefield, this is a playground, in which one child eliminates another for drawing a silly face. If one cannot respect the other for at least challenging them, then we have no humanity. We have pig-ignorance. And no self-respect. But even pigs have a bit of self-respect. Even when their rolling in shit.

‘The Dreaded Lead’ – For those that fell from the painted wall

It is a sad state of affairs
To match lead with dread.
How can we expect to bear
That which we speak not of
Now, now that we are dead.

And every child that picks up
His paintbrush or pen
Will know that there are boundaries
To be met.
And each child will know why
Their painting of a broken butterfly
Might shake the foundations
Of a world we thought we knew.

Keep it blue, keep it bear
For we all despair, despair.