I have a lot to say about today's current affairs. I keep vaguely up to date with it all. I know there's a fire in the ocean because of an oil spill. I know Matt Hancock is gone, not because of his corrupt mishandling of the pandemic, but because of an affair and that the man who's replaced him as health secretary is telling us his job is to get the economy back on track. And does that mean selling off the NHS? The beautiful, wonderful NHS?
I have a lot to say, I really do, but at the same time I want to hold back. I don't want to write about it. I don't have a particularly unique view point on it. And I'm tired. It's all endless. Each week there's something to be angry about, something to be anxious about, something to be devastated by.
Maybe it's okay not to add my voice to that. Currently the only thing I can do is vote in elections and hope for the best. But I feel powerless, and also like I'm in a fever dream. Is that always going to be the case? I'll have a lot to say, but I'll always be powerless?
I bloody hope not.
