my ink is red with the blood of those who fight with their spirit of caring beyond the bubble of personal spheres working day and night in the battlefields of an enigmatic pandemic that holds the world hostage for an uncertain time an unknown future holds it hostage in a grip of fear and hopefully repentance for the centuries of misdeeds unleashed on nature our soil our trees our rivers and seas our lives endangered by nuclear waste our air polluted with greed and power and a decimation of compassion beware we shall live and die through yet another chapter of learning and not learn from it.

only hope anchors us to sanity. my ink is red with hope.