I know the people who can’t ‘get to see the doctor’ presume they are sitting around playing Wordle; this is not the case.
We are the finite of our bodies and we are the infinite of our minds.
We are a walking anachronism.
Sure, some readers will think, ‘Honestly, this isn’t nannyworld, people have some responsibility, they should use their common sense.’
Us, being our country, the West, the media, call it what you like.
Our strained state of frustrated cynicism.
Their eyes were dull, tired, their postured stooped; they emanated nothing more than a faint flicker of a need to keep going, to survive today in order to continue the next.
This isn’t beating our scythes into ploughshares, more converting our managers into coaches, and, our technologically disease focused institutions into holistic health hubs.