bus entry - cow shit, satire swift

bus entry - on route to my cosy college accommodation

Most people at this stop smell of cow shit. And dirt. Reminds me that this island will always survive off its agriculture. An older woman I knew when I was young had chickens in her backyard for no real reason. She wasn’t a farmer. Just had chickens. She’d let us help pick up eggs and get close to the chickens.

An older man once let my mother and me pick apples from his massive garden. I remember being so shocked that all this green grass was his and his alone.

People seemed to be a lot kinder and trusting back then. Maybe it’s a sign of growing up and losing my innocent beliefs in people, or a sign of the time changing for the worse?

Anyways, spent a whole lecture on Swift’s satire writing and now all I can think about is offering up babies for the rich to eat as a luxury. I wonder if any rich people would do that - obviously, Swift’s point is satire and talking about how the Irish people had no rights under British rule, but, with the current state of the world and our millionaires, people in power, it isn’t too far off the table. Eating babies as a sign of power.

Whatever, not like I’ll ever know. Bus stopping now, time to brace the rain.