As ever, a spring sun, the flowers too, bring with them the belief better days may still bloom, warmth find its way to the bone of the time.
Shape a city like a wheel, put your central train station at the axis of that wheel, and then cut that wheel in half, all of which Amsterdam looks to have done, and you most commutes will being or end at the hub of the wheel that was.
How many people does it take to turn the world in a better direction? And what would they need to do so that we crank it that way just one degree?
Rather than from carrots or sticks or jargon about community, a sense of belonging, as schools tend to forget, forms most reliable and most deeply in those well seen as they find thier own way.
Ukraine remains a lead story, for now, though you can feel the “plague, war, life is terrible” theme creeping in at a not so petty pace too, thus threating to make the angst felt by those watching the screens more the news than the blood of those being murdered in Lviv and Mariupol.
I am sorry, dear readers, the previous post did not go on to say that however lonely men may be, comparing it to the loneliness of women was less the point than to say that lonely men, or how men struggle with their unexpressed loneliness, is a threat to the world.
While the future often looks grim, and now is no exception to that rule, it is also true that if you watch happy children for more than thirty seconds, you cannot help but smile, which must portend some kind of good.