quagmire

grinding down the tarmac in a guzzly four wheel drive i saw the city in the distance wrapped in a pinky-grey haze. my heart fell, spirits dropped and angst welled up so forcibly in me. i am a part of this. bombarded by "london attacks" oldnews bulletins sprayed across the entire spectrum of tv channels like one of them automatic machine guns gone mad on its shaky little pivot. wondering who's really responsible. faulty intelligence again? timed to distract from climate talks? to boost anti-terrorist sentiment? ergo boost invasion ratings? hmmm. wanting to live laugh and learn. despite all this. want to flit around, wander in and out of knowing and not knowing this and that. wanting to always inquire, never rejecting anything that can be known. be open and closed. give many mine ear but few my voice. and...