Grim

Maybe I should stop listening to the news.

Yesterday I was reaching out for the big blue towel to dry myself, whilst listening to the radio. It’s part of my routine, along with checking my mail first thing in the morning and burning bread in the toaster. Then this : the night before, a group of yet undentified persons broke into the local RSPCA and proceeded to beat up the dogs. Just for the hell of it. Then they left the gates open. For the whole of the next day, neighbours were bringing back traumatised animals.
I sat on the edge of the bath and started crying.
That’s all.
I don’t even know what to add to it. My internal loop commentary has been : I don’t want to live where this kind of things is possible. Maybe I’ll come back to this post and extrapolate, right now it’s just the icing on the cake, too much to take in