Monday, 3 October 2011

Bad Harvest

.....the peasant farmer farming his subsisdence crops. Crop fails. Calamity. No harvest, no food, no life.

.....this western world tending its money crop.......crop failing, shoots wither and shrivel as we watch.

.....a made up set of rules we created and run our lives by. Nothing real, no substance.

.....so much panic, desperation, suicide, broken lives. We've learnt the rules by heart.

.....and so the world turns, and turns again. Breathe in, breathe out, drink tea.

.....this is not the bottom. This is nowhere near the bottom. A bad harvest though.

We reap what we sow.

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