the word threads conjured up dreads from the movie of the same name, the memories of our nuclear devastation during the cold war times, but now we have no cold war but the threats are there again, red buttons primed and ready to press, our lives could change, the ultimate distress.
the planet is heating up, there’s less care about minorities and more care about money, we laugh nervously in panic and not because it’s funny, our hearts are still beating, but no longer strong.
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