This must be how it feels to live in a totalitarian state. To be a victim of ever declining standards where there is not a single person of discernment and authority to whom you can appeal.
Tag: creative writing
27th Oct – Yes, it’s only a canvas sky, Hanging over a muslin tree, But it wouldn’t be make-believe, If you believed in me.
Realising that he is powerless against a tide of invective from the opposition, he has had his own side criticise him, on terms, such that he can respond with a coherent message to them.
August 13th – It’s a thousand pages, give or take a few, I’ll be writing more in a week or two.
There was nothing that he or his staff could do about it. That’s not quite true of course, because the chain of causality can be chased back to me.
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