Mark My Words

Isis are coming!

The robots are coming!

Turn off the radio
Turn it off
Go on, now

But we need to hear...

Turn it off.
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You are not really there. You are talking, shouting, talking on and on – but I can just turn you off thus, closing the laptop lid, and running away to the hills. You are still talking but I am halfway to the hills, driving through quiet valleys, next to lakes, parking the car and walking, walking, running, skipping, gazing, breathing breathing, panting red endorphins rising from the heart to the brain infectious magic and I can take on the world because I can always do this. I always have a choice. I always have power.