Progress…the horror and sadness finding out it was never real

Where is the world now? As I read the news and watch yet another horror unfold, the bloody sandwiched between political lunacy, my mind automatically retrieves memories of growing up as a child desperate to understand the world; the idea that the planet was steering its course on an automatic line towards progress was a solid “fact” in my childhood. I’m pretty sure it was the space race and that “one small step for mankind” on the surface of the moon which constituted the backbone to this notion. Studying history at university I enjoyed the challenge of trawling through original documents which illustrated times that were far more cruel, less meritocratic, and where the accident of one’s birth determined whether bed-time was hungry, and whether there were any covers on that bed.

to be continued…


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