This week

I know darling.

How to sleep in the new ikea bed when bombs fall in real time in the desert? What’s there sweet to dream about then? And who really cares to save a world that is destined to die?

Remember the fireworks on New Years Eve? Remember when you quit smoking to save yourself for better days in better places? Were there ever thoughts you had where you didn’t have to sigh and also shake your head?

Still there are jobs to bid for and friends to be cynical with and a lover’s skin to taste in the middle of the night.

It’s springtime after a winter no one thought could end, and that no one thought could go on for one more day longer.

It’s been a week that million dollar, thousand pound, precision guided smart bombs started to set buildings on fire.

“Only a week?” you say. Yes, just one.

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