Saturday, July 09, 2005
What to say what to do
It seems more human now. Smiling missing-person pictures splashed all over the place. Struggle to get bodies from underneath King's Cross, flowers piling up. Things are only just sinking in really when I thought I'd grasped it. And there aren't words for it all. I am filled with sorrow and bewilderment that people are capable of this.
It's been one fucker of a week. Even before the attack it was quite a tense and draining few days - the G8 summit, the Olympic faffery. Personally in my own little corner I'm mired in indecision, everything muffled and stifled by mood when I would very much like to be appreciating being alive. Fling open the doors and wait for procrastination to shuffle in in its tatty slippers. Go grey. Squander glorious potential. Etc. But I should get it tofuckingether. I wasn't directly affected by this, thank secular deity, but of course it demonstrates and brings home the rotten fragility of life and I almost feel a responsibility to refrain from being stuck.
Poor London. Poor people. I'm at a loss.
It's been one fucker of a week. Even before the attack it was quite a tense and draining few days - the G8 summit, the Olympic faffery. Personally in my own little corner I'm mired in indecision, everything muffled and stifled by mood when I would very much like to be appreciating being alive. Fling open the doors and wait for procrastination to shuffle in in its tatty slippers. Go grey. Squander glorious potential. Etc. But I should get it tofuckingether. I wasn't directly affected by this, thank secular deity, but of course it demonstrates and brings home the rotten fragility of life and I almost feel a responsibility to refrain from being stuck.
Poor London. Poor people. I'm at a loss.
