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it can stop. at any point. its what makes it so precious. at any time the music could cease, the air could turn foul, the fish no longer in the seas, vacated along with peace as greed and corruption innate in mankind takes the lead.

nationalism is roaring back, historically there is enough time for us all to forget what it did to us last time. so easy we fall back into tribalism, how dare you hurt one of mine, i will take two of yours, and apart we fall.

social media, with its shaded lenses allows each side to sharpen their tools, coloured lenses put a positive spin on anything. hidden behind the words of encouragements and likes is another side of man, yearning to come out and tear it all apart.

how precious this whole house of cards is.