MONDAY - AGAIN The weeks, Months, Years, Decades just start flowing into each other. I remember when I was still at school, the terms seemed endless, though it seldom exceeded two-and-a-half months. As the great levelling tool creeps up, time becomes compressed. I am spending a lot of time at home (and loving it) but the days just fly away. Every Monday, it hits you in the guts that yet another week has begun. What makes it even more pungent is the fact that you realise that every day since last Monday, at least one murder was reported in the papers. Not crimes of passion, the old love triangle stuff, but hate crime, old people tortured, burnt with heated frying pans, clothes irons, tied with steel wire and repeatedly hit in the face, on the head, arms broken, legs broken, severely concussed. If they are lucky, they are left on the crime scene in a crumpled heap, the unlucky ones are used for target practise, maybe to assess the potency of the handgun taken from the pr...
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