Currently playing: Radio 1 - that is soon to be changed. Hip hop?
Over the last few days I have been following the election (and it's associated complicaitons) with a passing interest. The outcome is important to our country and the way it continues, but many people do not seem to care. As I type this I have looked on facebook at various statuses (statii?) and what people seem to be most concerned with are Kappa popper tacksuit bottoms, Eastenders, sport, music and lectures. It strikes me that as our country is in such a fragile state our lives go on. We eat dinner, we go on the internet, we study, we work, we live. This is what life is to us. Carrying on when all else may be falling apart. It's a very British attitude to take, but looking out of the window on a speeding train I see snippets of life. The view through the window of an office, a woman hanging out the washing, two children on a trampoline, a couple arguing in a room. All that life, all those stories glimpsed and gone in an instant. I may never meet them, never learn their stories but they are there, outside my circle of experience. Their lives carry on, just as mine does without their knowledge. It's a strange thought, but sort of comforting. That no matter what I do, life goes on.
Life continues.
Life endures.
