I crave silence.
For the last two years we have been inundated with stuff about a virus. This was The Worst Thing that could happen to the planet and we were all obliged to panic. Reports and “expert opinion” was relentlessly thrown at us. There was no escape.
Within hours of them shutting up about the fucking virus, Putin invades Ukraine.
Now we are being inundated with stuff about the war. This is The Worst Thing that could happen to the planet and we are all obliged to panic. Reports and “expert opinion” is relentlessly thrown at us. There is no escape.
Yes, I know the shit in the Ukraine is really bad shit. I know Putin is a dangerous unpredictable lunatic. I know there is a desperate refugee crisis. I know we could be on the brink of nuclear war. But this is the point – it’s crisis after crisis after crisis and my poor old head needs a break.
Herself has the radio on at the moment. We have already had a series of sombre reports on the war and nuclear power stations being a danger to the entire continent. Now they have decided to cheer is up by playing the most awful musical crap interspersed with horrible advertisements. I think they must have just dusted off a pile of old 50s stuff they found in the basement. I’d shut the door but then I can’t hear if Herself needs me.
My brain needs a break. It needs a time of complete silence with no bad news, mindless chatter or sombre tones.
What I really need is to head into the desert for forty days and forty nights.
I often wondered why they did that in the bible.
I think I finally understand.