Gone Fishing
The world presses in with its endless noise. It whispers of threats, while weaving a web of dread and despair. The news insists I should worry, that tuning in to their fearmongering is the only way to stay informed. The influencers, ever louder, demand my outrage, casting their derision like a spotlight on their latest cause.
I may get around to listening to them someday, but not today.
Today, I’ve gone fishing.
Gone Fishing
The world presses in with its endless noise. It whispers of threats, while weaving a web of dread and despair. The news insists I should worry, that tuning in to their fearmongering is the only way to stay informed. The influencers, ever louder, demand my outrage, casting their derision like a spotlight on their latest cause.
I may get around to listening to them someday, but not today.
Today, I’ve gone fishing.