Seams, And Coming Apart At Them

Picked up stitches for the gusset and gradually declining (inside out view).

I am building.

But thinking about the opposite. About how unbelievable it is that the world is now witnessing the equivalent of Hitler invading Poland in 1939, 28 years before I was born. And almost three years into a pandemic, no less. As if we all, on this earth, have not had enough tragedy.

Rulers who thrive on violence and oppression may be at the top for a period of time, but eventually the world gets sick of them and eliminates them – tit for tat.

So here we are (again, and again, and again), in an endless purgatory, immersed in the ugly, weak and murderous muck of human nature.