The enemy of truth is most often man.
In recent months, I have found myself a lot less mystified by the miracle of the human condition. 2,113 more words
I don’t know about you, but I haven’t exactly been in the mood to eat, drink, and be merry. I feel like we’re living in a Twilight Zone episode where half of the world is living in some cruel nightmare reality but, for the other half of the world, everything is normal and pleasant and aliens brainwashed them so they’re unable to believe in things they haven’t personally experienced, and I’m stuck somewhere in between feeling angry and sad and impotent. 760 more words
Last week, 30 articulated lorries rolled into foggy London town and the crews began unloading 92 tonnes of steel, 500 road cones, 4km of crowd barriers, 24 half tonne ‘Heston’ bales and 64 standard bales of hay… not to mention 25 litres of washing up liquid. 3,037 more words