I couldn’t take it.
I stopped reading about terrorists.
I stopped fretting about conflicts.
I stopped reacting to genocides.
I stopped recoiling from racism and sexism.
I stopped listening to the fracking.
I stopped watching the extinction of species.
I stopped feeling global warming.
I stopped tasting GE manipulations.
I stopped smelling polluted water.
I didn’t want to care.
It won’t happen in my lifetime I rationalised — until the Ides of March — when a baby water dragon roared into my life bringing a new timeline to the back fence, chopped out a hole, filled it with a gate and opened it like a Tardis — catapulting me one hundred years forward with free rein to fear his uncertain future of speed, greed, holy jihads.
Now I’m trying:
I peacefully protest.
I sign petitions.
I support Māori, PI and women.
I donate money.
I use Te Reo.
I buy sustainably.
I subscribe to truthful press.*
I read parties policies.
I vote green and fair.
Now I care.
*e-tangata, The Bulletin, The Spin-off