I stepped out the front door and was instantly unsafe. I looked up and down the street for any sign of trouble. Not seeing any, I proceeded to the truck and raced off. Just how much credence do we place into the safety of one’s home? Used to be our homes were sanctuaries from the rest of the world. There we would go to escape the rat race and relax, alone, or with the neighbors. So then the neighborhoods were sort of insulated also. You could walk the dogs, mow the lawns, and know where your kids are at, with relative security. As the world got smaller, we grew farther apart. We melded into our headphones and electronic devices. The gossip of yesteryear was the internet drama of today. Then, we brought the world into our homes. Our sanctuaries became dens of iniquity, the twenty-four hour news channel. The more we listened, the more fearful we became. Until everyone was suspect, everyone was an intruder, and everyone was bad. The television has become white noise for scared zombies. I miss the old house…
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Paperback. Etat : new. Paperback. I stepped out the front door and was instantly unsafe. I looked up and down the street for any sign of trouble. Not seeing any, I proceeded to the truck and raced off. Just how much credence do we place into the safety of one's home? Used to be our homes were sanctuaries from the rest of the world. There we would go to escape the rat race and relax, alone, or with the neighbors. So then the neighborhoods were sort of insulated also. You could walk the dogs, mow the lawns, and know where your kids are at, with relative security. As the world got smaller, we grew farther apart. We melded into our headphones and electronic devices. The gossip of yesteryear was the internet drama of today. Then, we brought the world into our homes. Our sanctuaries became dens of iniquity, the twenty-four hour news channel. The more we listened, the more fearful we became. Until everyone was suspect, everyone was an intruder, and everyone was bad. The television has become white noise for scared zombies. I miss the old house. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability. N° de réf. du vendeur 9781512336948
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