Time is up?
You are walking across a bridge. Below it is an angry
torrent of water, brown from sewage, bubbling nicely, floating dead herrings on
its froth – soon to
become kippers to be sold at Tescos - when suddenly, the bridge collapses.
You are drowning- the rubble is crushing you, the
water is so filthy, you vomit with your last dying breath. Meanwhile, thousands of kilometres away some complete knob jockey pushes a button and 176 people die.
What does this have in common?
Fuck all – besides death.
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