Patrick Stewart and the embodiment of hope
I remember watching the pilot episode of Star Trek the Next Generation, and at the time I had no idea who Patrick Stewart was, but that would soon change.
I remember watching the pilot episode of Star Trek the Next Generation, and at the time I had no idea who Patrick Stewart was, but that would soon change.
Our modern world exists because a sufficient number of us were so curious that the world would be shaped by their inquiries of it, at all scales.
Years ago, life turned into a slow-motion car crash and it’s me taken longer than expected to walk away from the wreckage.
What am I reading at the moment? An almost unbelievable dystopian saga, written by D. John Trump, unfolding one tweet at a time.
Somewhere, in and amongst the controversial topic of race, the stories became lost, or themselves hidden by the arguments, which is sad.