Pointless
We all spend our lives now trying not to become data points on a graph.
If you think after Coronavirus, corporations will stop exploiting workers, will stop trashing the world, will stop supporting wars, will stop buying elections, will start paying taxes, you’re living in a parallel universe.
Worth remembering in these frightening times – all imaginary friends are equally imaginary.
The Butcher Bird singing, beautifully, from the old dead tree this morning, doesn’t know about coronavirus.
The road outside my farm, always busy with commuter traffic, is empty, this morning, as far as the eye can see.