not here and not now

 Alone in the silence of the morning, alone with the man from the mirror. This is all right, this is all in order. It is ten to seven, and it is Sunday. Even the cat is too lazy to get up and beg for food.

The day is warm already, Summer has just marched in without any fanfare or drums or anything. Europe is looking at another war on her own doorstep, and is scratching her head wondering what to do about it. There is nothing much that can be done that is simple and easily apparent, there are too many nations involved, there is too much personal interest. No real reason for the struggle is there to be understood, unless life on earth is to be reduced to the manoeuvring of pieces on board game.

There is no thought over what needs to be done today, there is nothing there but the angry stares of the family. It is easy to be despondent, this catastrophe is not going anywhere. There is a a thought that a long scream might provide comfort, but there is the sure knowledge that this would simply be dealt with by using a gag, the idea being to silence the scream rather than to deal with the problem. There is no point in running amok, for that kind of behaviour is a problem in itself. There is no real solution visible, not here and not now.