i was left with a short period of time to create a new work and only leave my views half finished. driving toward the next french town on my itinerary, knowing that inevitably the invaders would also been there, i found my emotions swinging between fuming rage and suffocating despair at the indignity of the invasion of france, the pessimism of the french people, the loss of culture and identity and the farce of the political solutions offered. stop running, start fighting emotions rule over facts stop trying to persuade the general population with statistics, charts, tablets and figures. art and beauty subverted beyond all recognition, bauhaus travesties replacing nouveau wonders, soulless metropolitan architecture of glass and steel reflecting no society, no culture, no people and therefore belonging everywhere, and no where. was the attack “ islamophobic ” in origin? over a great deal of time, from a great deal of places. only for muslims. those that find themselves born linguistically in the minority suffer daily, as the conversation of life excludes them, the mass media isolates them and businesses turn them away, as does the societies speech itself. rage, rage against the dying of the light. both would seek to destroy our nation, both would seek to displace and replace our people, both would seek to destroy our culture and nationhood. they need not be born here, share our race, our language, our culture or our beliefs.
the final push was witnessing the state of french cities and towns. i will be forgotten quickly. but they will not occupy our soil. why did you target those people? erdogan, the leader of one of the oldest enemies of our people, and the leader of the largest islamic group within europe. win first, write the story later.