the end of the world
it's the end of
september and again it seems like
the end of the
world. a sustainable house in the city
is being packed up
and sold, its owner moving to
a bolt hold in the
country — a town with two wooden
bridges that can be
burnt when the hungry hordes who
were unable, or too
stupid to leave before, come looking
for food, shelter
and water. i think about my children,
the neighbours and
my elderly mother, what will be the
face of disaster
when it finally comes.
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