16 September 2017

Is this the world we now live in?

Sitting in the cafe window on Euston Road, I watched as the weather took a sudden turn for the worse. The wind picked up and the rain was lashing unprepared commuters at a forty-five degree angle as they made a dash for the train station. 

The lucky ones had a flimsy, bargain-basement umbrella to ward off the worst. Many others had to make do with their coat hoods, or a plastic bag. One girl was holding a thick piece of cardboard in front of her head like a soldier would hold their shield under a barrage of arrows. Apart from the fact it wasn’t a piece of cardboard; it was her sketchbook. 

Is this the world we now live in? 

A world where one’s hair and makeup are more important than the work we produce? More important than our hobbies, passions, and skills? The fruits of our labour? 

I hope not. 

by Nino Rosella