hollow

This country feels kind of hollow right now. And so, too, do my words.

I spent an hour writing a post--a post that would somehow sum up every disappointment and disbelief I feel towards a minority. But that's just it--it's a minority--a select (though baffling) group.

I'm grateful, now, that I don't live in a city (and that the city I do live beside is small--and sleepy). But let it be said, my thoughts are resolutely with those--any of those--who may be affected.

My dad--a Londoner, through and through and through--is struggling to believe his eyes. He's a man who lived through The Blitz. And when you put that into perspective, it makes this whole thing even harder to comprehend.

I don't think I can say any more--it's hard to convey this thing that-doesn't-quite-affect-me as it sinks and curdles my heart. I see so many "Pray For London" posts on Twitter and even that I find strange. It isn't the sort of disaster that devastated Japan--it's man-made, man-somehow-contained. And yet--it's there, oppressing the lungs and the hearts and the throats of the innocent.

It's a very baffling time, right now.