Law has broken down here, the roads a tapestry of abandoned cars. I made for Dunboyne before first light, packing whatever essentials I could, and weaved unseen through the streets of my once peaceful village, now a glowing effigy of a life we took for granted.
The gangs have control now, ruling by fear and crude hatchet. Revolution has blown in on these cold Eastern winds, and I weep for fairness, justice and hope, those qualities which lie buried neath its snowy missive. I like to think that they lie, not in an icy grave, but in cold storage, a preserved reminder of humanity that will be rediscovered in years to come. Sandra, I urge you to stay strong, to endure.
PS: Tell Penelope and the children I shan't be going to the Costa Brava this summer.
The gangs have control now, ruling by fear and crude hatchet. Revolution has blown in on these cold Eastern winds, and I weep for fairness, justice and hope, those qualities which lie buried neath its snowy missive. I like to think that they lie, not in an icy grave, but in cold storage, a preserved reminder of humanity that will be rediscovered in years to come. Sandra, I urge you to stay strong, to endure.
PS: Tell Penelope and the children I shan't be going to the Costa Brava this summer.