Imagine

So, this is what happens when you are feeling overcommitted and stressed, when reading Derrida is doing your head in, and have been handing out brochures for The Greens, talking to people about the upcoming election and the sorry state of ideas in our country, when a leader is basing his campaign on 'turning back the boats' while millions of people in Pakistan are in dire need of help, and you are at your child's dance class watching the two new girls being totally incorporated into the formation when they are dancing to Imagine, a song written forty years ago about a vision of how the world could be that we are no closer to than we were when John Lennon wrote it.

You cry.