We are children, waking to find our parents’ divorce ripping through our pristine lives like a tornado, tossing illusions aside, scattered into the screaming winds.
We are heartbroken, cast aside lovers, anguished to see our beloved merrily traipsing through daisies, holding another’s hand, while we languish in despair.
We are destitute spouses, bereaved and bereft when the banks come calling, demanding payments on debts never discussed, kept secret until now.
We are a nation in chaos, traveling through harsh terrain with the world watching every misstep, every protest, every internal battle laid bare.
We are an entire country stuck in transitions in time.