Manchester

I am not sure where the last few weeks have gone. Time flies far too fast sometimes.

I was going to do an art post of some description today but I am distracted. Distracted by Manchester and the atrocities that happened last night. The world descends into madness when it becomes acceptable to target children. Destabilising society by attacking the vulnerable, on what must have been, for many of them, the highlight of the year, if not their young lives, to be so close to Ariana Grande and experience big music in a big arena for the first time, second time, whatever time.

Humanity is a strange thing, one where some people think cows are sacred, where some people hunt, some people are vegetarians, some people prefer animals over humans, some prefer ideals over life, some think they are better than others, some murder for martyrdom. Footballers are paid millions, nurses paid very little, cuts here, cuts there, greed, greed, greed.

Everything is all wrong, and everything is all right. People being heroes in catastrophes, doing good, remembering where their hearts are and letting them shout. Shout louder than the people with skewed perspectives and strange, painful and destructive ideas. And that is more important to remember than the people that are ticking, or driving, or killing, or hating.