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"I remember riding my bicycle past road signs riddled with bullet holes.
Sometimes, the entire center of a sign would be gone with only a crown of
rusted metallic strands reaching out like the fleshy remnants of an exit wound.
What do people who grew up in enlightened communities think when they see such
acts of reckless vandalism? As for me, as a child, I never thought to question
my reality.
Some of those signs were on the long stretches of county highway I had to pedal
in order to visit my friends. I was well aware that the flimsy material of the
sign wouldn't stop the bullets. The lethal projectiles would pass on through
and fly for miles.
We had no choice but to leave it to fate that we wouldn't end up in harm's way.
We understood that it would be taken as ingratitude if we ever dared to request
a reprieve from the perpetual threat. So, we kept silent and focused on
survival."
Cheers,
*** Xanni ***
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mailto:xanni@xanadu.net Andrew Pam
http://xanadu.com.au/ Chief Scientist, Xanadu
https://glasswings.com.au/ Partner, Glass Wings
https://sericyb.com.au/ Manager, Serious Cybernetics
