Today is hard! Thinking is hard! Living is hard! Writing is hard! There is no flow, no coherence but I can do no more. I am hurting!
Scotland? I am not alone but yet I feel as though I am a foreigner in my own country.
The UK is not my country; Britain is not my country. I am a foreigner in what would have been rUK.
Close but was a defeat! More than 2 million voted against. They want what I despise but I must eat the shite which their votes bring. Democracy in action!
Today the movement is stunned. Not dead. With our dreams shattered, we hurt. Tomorrow will be worse because we dare not leave them; shards cutting as we see them strewn around; stabbing as we pick them up; severing as we put them back into their place.
Why not leave them? The pain is part of the healing. Without our dreams we die.
The fight goes on. I may die still holding my dream but others will walk on. Scotland will be free to make its own way in the world.
A dream no more.