Does anybody care?
Russ, I distinctly feel the need for a holiday coming towards me like a little train.
Life seems to be turning into a series of distractions from the main purpose, which is increasingly difficult to determine anymore.
The news programmes are a rerun of recent ones, with the public figures now even less able or willing to address direct questions; people are falling down dead for no fault of their own, and firearms are ever more popular within the entertainment industry which might well be adding fuel to the fires of lunacy, as in NRA 17: Florida 0.
I went out after lunch, and two different people stopped to tell me about people who have died this year; in one case, the bearer of the tidings is guitarist in a group and the deceased was their drummer. Their keyboard player had already taken himself out about three winters ago. I photographed them all some years back. The other bearer of unhappy news was a guy from Scotland who has an even worse heart history than my own, yet it was his brother who checked out with cancer. As did the drummer, who had had open-heart surgery some years ago but survived that...
One is forced to ask what hell it is all about, the struggles, the hopes, the achievements and then curtains.
Rob