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March 1 - March 6, 2020
The CD player contained one disc accidentally left over from the previous rental and Jackson wondered in what circumstances he would feel so desperate for the sound of another voice that he would listen to Enya’s.
He was a man on the road, a man trying to get home. It was about the destination, not the journey. Everyone was trying to get home. Everyone, everywhere, all the time.
The school was the kind of place that Louise had spent her red-flagged life railing against – privilege, the perpetuation of the ruling hegemony, yada, yada, yada. And now she was subscribing to it because the greater good wasn’t an argument she was going to deploy when it came to her own flesh and blood.
Everyone called it ‘the Paki shop’, racism so casual it sounded like affection.
Just because you were a rational and sceptical atheist didn’t mean that you didn’t have to get through every day the best way you could. There were no rules.