I am overcome with sentimentality. Wake me when it’s time to go drinking again.
The ‘West’ has already lost the War On Terror, if indeed we were ever fighting it at all - corrupting what remained of our values, laws and ethics so thoroughly that we’ve become far more like ‘the enemy’ than we’d care to admit.
Taken from David Cameron’s Op-Ed in the Telegraph today…
"It is a struggle for decency, tolerance and moderation in our modern world … If people are walking around with Isil flags they will be arrested and their materials will be seized … we have recently introduced stronger powers through our Immigration Act to deprive naturalised Britons of their citizenship if they are suspected of being involved in terrorist activities … We are a tolerant people."
There’s a white construction fence opposite my building. A blank canvas across the car park. I lean against the railing, music in my head, cigarette between my lips, and conjure a romantic skyline. I imagine illuminated taxi signs on the parked hatchbacks and think of Paris or Barcelona. The passing traffic sounds the same. The blue light from emergency vehicles that glide by is universal. The two foot drop below the railing becomes two stories. The still car park a quiet avenue. The buzz from the transformers evolves into the distant hum of late night cafes, bars, and casual conversation. I stare out into the summer night, and blow smoke across the gulf from my balcony.