The money’s run out, capitalism has imploded but hope springs infernal, and I just can’t resist a touch of optimism (like a temporary hair colour on greying hair). Panglossian? Yes, but right now that’s okay. If you can’t toast better times ahead on New Year’s Eve, when can you? Realism can wait. The photo is of a weed eking out a living by the side of Deptford canal.
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