Nine Images: Analogy


I set off thinking my life has been stolen from me, but this is a poor analogy. Generally when someone steals something they get to keep it or sell it for a profit. Nobody has made but the slightest profit from this, and those who have have been basically paid from the taxpayer, which could have been done anyway but without the work involved.

Desert IslandA better analogy would be to say that my life has been torched. Burnt to the ground with much of its content, and, at this moment, I gaze at the smouldering remains. Yes, green shoots may grow through the rubble, but right now I feel/know I do not have the years or resources to build it back to anything more than a rudimantary shelter. If I smoked on the balcony, I did not go for profit on the cladding.

Meh. :(

"So now I know what I have to do. I have to keep breathing.
And tomorrow the sun will rise, and who knows what the tide will bring in