the leave vote has split the oak. Why did we spend months on silly leadership games in the aftermath? It was easier to deal with, normal, we knew where we were with that. But the vote is chaos, destabilizing. The moment one side dares to choose a future, the other side decries it, trying to catch smoke in their clenched fists, insisting there must be a better plan. There is no plan, there cannot be, how can you plan for something that is smoke. How can you invite chaos into your home? Any choice brings certainty and real choices, half the nation cannot accept. There’s no winning in this. And the EU itself has no clue how to heal, it’s a broken wheel. Contracts in dollars from now on, the pound’s gone bitcoin. Out to see Riverman, maybe he’s got the answers. Him and his roving cats, the fresh split ash for the stove, the spud sack by the skylight…
