Golden Hour #027: Waiting
A brief reprieve
December arrives, cloaked in a list of things we must do in order to wait properly. Two Christmas markets, a Santa Steam Train experience, another market. One, two advent calendars. Things to buy, things to wrap, things to attack.
Perpetual waiting. Not yet. Be a good girl for Father Christmas. More time to sell things. The ten seconds it takes for my phone to ping into life are agonising, but I must tell everyone what I think. Can’t wait to have proper thoughts, just need to get them out there as soon as possible. We cannot wait! We cannot wait to be attacked again, they hate us. We hate them. We can’t wait for them to no longer exist. Hurry now, no time to slow down.
Be patient, say the men in suits. Not to the mother who is crying, but to the man who is in a hurry. We’ll call it something else. A humanitarian pause? Yes, a brief reprieve. Nothing too permanent, a good distraction during thanksgiving.
How long must we wait? They ask. Until 15,000? 20,000? Is there a number where it will end? I heard 40,000. The price of your existence. Don’t be too impatient though, don’t dare to imagine that things could be different. This is realpolitik. Good things come to those who …
Not to mention the killing and raping and beheading of innocent people that started this matter.