Today is the 102th anniversary of the assassination that heralded WWI. Watching the Brexit crisis this past week has been like reading about July 1914 all over again - morbidly fascinating in its mess, with that feeling of helplessness as you watch from the sidelines, like a car crash you can’t quite look away from. It's the kind of history I like best, because it's so very human and tears at my heart. So though I live half a world away, and the only thing that directly ties me to this mess is that I’m a citizen of a Commonwealth state, I can’t look away as history plays out in real time. Only time will tell where this goes, but I hope against hope that things will turn out fine.
Today’s also the 97th anniversary of the Treaty of Versailles. It’s heartbreaking, to know that despite our easy access to information, the thoughts and the beliefs and the dreams of the past fade and become forgotten with time. And that despite the apparent interconnectivity of our world today, in some ways it’s a world that’s more divided than ever.
