In 1975 very different younger Kevin watched a play for today. ..'just another Saturday...' about a Orange parade Saturday in July.
True as l'm sat here writing this, it had an impression upon myself was it just me growing up?. Was it just seeing someone wrote something l connected with? Was it just about place...traditions...and me finding my own independent thinking? .
Still today l'm crossing borders chasing down thoughts, sharing life. Making mistakes trying to hold onto faith.witnessing telly showing me families in chaos on estates like mine. Fearful of a world that was changing. Disappointed in what was evidence to what we desired. It's 2026 and lots of the issues identified in a daft play written for TV. Issues are still sensitive matters for now. Echos to return the poignant troubled moments that get repeated all around us even in this moment.
Today the rain came, arrived it rained on on the just and the unjust. I was in both camps somehow.
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