Wars can wait

Honestly, something’s wrong.  The world’s bleeding, there’s no hurry. Wars can wait. I’ll tell you this, we are living a bit below. As long as there is plonk, we drink and it is all worthless. Even when we don’t drink, which is quite rare, it is worth being less. I’ll tell you this, that’s how we live. Truly, it’s all stinking, there’s death in life. That’s how I live, but plonk’s worth more. It does not change one’s life, gives nothing more, but that’s wine, see, the singish sight. Messes up the throat, rasps the stomach and extrudes bile. That’s how we live. Because it is all above us, this world in the world that’s nowadays world, and something’s wrong, we’re helpless, short of grasp. There’s beer also, but it does not soak you the same.

I’ll tell you, really. That’s how we live, we do not know how things happen, but it hurts all the same. We’re short of grasp. So, we decide not to feel. As if… and drink. Well, I’ll tell you this, we do live the same anyway. You need not answer now. Wait till when you’ve time enough not to care, you’ll tell me what it’s worth.

Orlando de Rudder.