“He who joyfully marches to music in rank and file has already earned my contempt. He has been given a large brain by mistake, since for him the spinal cord would fully suffice. This disgrace to civilization should be done away with at once. Heroism at command, senseless brutality, deplorable love-of-country stance, how violently I hate all this, how despicable and ignoble war is; I would rather be torn to shreds than be a part of so base an action! It is my conviction that killing under the cloak of war is nothing but an act of murder.”
— Albert Einstein
There was what we think was a murder down the road from here. Kind of weird, the ground floor flat has black tarps over the windows. Someone has laid flowers on the door step, and the police tape is still across the front door. I kept thinking about the neighbours and how they must feel knowing something so dark has occurred. I try to think what it would be like, knowing that an incredibly violent act had occurred under your own roof.
On a brighter note – the summer is a coming in. It makes such a difference seeing a little sun in the morning. And leaving work and being able to see where you are going.