TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER
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Police shootings of brown and black people. Orlando. Bombings in predominantly Muslim cities during Ramadan. On FB, a friend posts the link to an essay warning about an impending WWIII, US-led NATO antagonising Russia, dying empires trying to retain traction. Faced by the world's madness, I find it hard to concentrate on research. How do you keep wanting to get up out of bed? To go to yoga and take long walks along the prom and have a drink with a friend? To read a book and find rapture in a line about the wind? To appreciate a glinting dragonfly wing, or the moon dressed in diaphanous cloud? The mundane things anchor me. When their magnetism loses its power, I lose my attachment to goals and dreams.