Monday, 29 May 2017

Oh to be Simple.

How strongly the winds of change are now blowing. How strange it is that they are swinging from one quarter to another and back again. How striking is the need to concentrate on constantly having to re-set the trim of the sails, and how enervating the psychological effort in so doing. How strong I’m striving to be in saying the right thing to a most esteemed person, when every fibre of my being cries out to say something different. The last of those feels like committing seppuku. Oh to be a simple psychopath and deal in simple certainties.

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I just read that most Germans hate Donald Trump. I don’t because I don’t do hate. I merely despise him. That’s one simple certainty I can allow myself.

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