Irregularity

I am not yet worried about an unsteady rhythm. Life is an unsteady rhythm, and time, for all our insistence to the contrary, is similarly flexible. Lots of little disruptions of routine lately. Wondering. Wandering.

Let’s blame the General Election, shall we?

As a voteless immigrant, I appeal to you to consider the impact your vote is likely to have on people like me. Maybe we don’t matter, or we’re not even on your radar. But we exist. Our lives are as valid as yours. Unless you think they aren’t, in which case I have some questions.

The current climate and frailties of the electoral system don’t do anything to reassure me that on 13th December I will feel more welcome here than I do now.