i don’t want to say much about yesterday’s terrorist things in london so i won’t, but thanks for those who sent emails and texts to check i was ok. i really appreciated that.
i took these poppy pictures last week and most of the pictures today are old ones. i didn’t feel much like photo-ing yesterday (despite walking 17km).
it’s weird when these things happen in places i go to all the time. i missed the edgware bomb by about 10 minutes i think and nearly went via Liverpool Street/Aldgate East. things like that do your head in.
people will ask ‘If God exists, how can he let this happen’. but i wonder how you can make sense of the world if you don’t believe in a God. If there isn’t any ultimate justice for the people that do this kind of thing, then what’s the point in anything ?
