Day 219, Still life

Here is a plant.

It is a succulent.

It didn't choose to be here, plants don't have that sort of self-determinism.

If it did have it certainly wouldn't have chosen to be in the temperate zone near the edge of western Europe.

I'm quite happy being in Europe, not sure what all the fuss is about having to have a referendum.  Not quite the same thing as the geographic location I know, but I've twisted the sense to mean the EU.

So then, a referendum, what will happen there.

There's a good chance none of the issues will be dealt with in any detail, dog-whistle politics will be used to appeal to prejudice, the right will bang on about immigrants, and nuance and complexity of the consequences of withdrawing or staying in will rarely be raised if at all.

That's what we have to look forward to.  A referendum preceded by shallow argument touching on nothing but the idea that the public want their voice heard, those voices mainly being an ill informed blob of nonsense.

This plant however doesn't give a toss.  How pleasant for it.

Still, life huh.

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