I find myself struggling to post things nowadays, and this evening is no different. Every word I type is laced with whimsy and general apathy and yet, ironically enough, it still consists of a post. Not only do I risk becoming one of those many bloggers who spend their days pouring their hearts out to their adoring subscribers, but I am also considering deleting this entire paragraph in a vain attempt to write about something poignant or thought-provoking.
And then I thought to myself - actually, I am tired of provoking thought. Why not indulge in some mindless chit-chat? Particularly when just that is few and far between. It's all about liberty(or lack of) and death (which there's plenty of) nowadays.
The particular news articles that got me today was of an 18-month-old boy genuinely being swallowed by the ground, a particularly miserable news story. I know most of us have wished to be swallowed up by the earth beneath us after an embarrassing episode, but I would hope an 18-month-old child did not reach such levels of desperation till at least puberty showed its marvellous face. A casual trip to Iran to see your Grandparents can leave you facing the death penalty. I am exasperated. Nobody is safe from Karmic injustice.
But there's no need to panic, because The Sun is a 'real force of good' to us all. Phew. Here was I thinking that morbid curiosity in the superficial and material things in life is the thing that has led us down the dark road of self-destruction, but of course I must be mistaken. If the self-deceiving editor genuinely believes he has contributed positively to modern-day society then hurrah! We are all saved. I must go out and buy this wonderful contribution to literature and maybe once and for all I will understand all those complicated articles about what Abby from Newcastle wants to do after finishing her Media degree and her breasts become too saggy to photograph.
Oh look! This post has substance. Excellent.
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