Some men go out and do dangerous things on behalf of noble causes… and don't come back. That's not my calling in life, and probably not yours either. It's not a problem — we all have different jobs to do in this world. You're not a wuss if you take up arms with a keyboard instead of a gun.

I am guessing that at some point my own work will end up being valued widely and maybe even be commercially valuable. My photo art is mine, and that's to feed my family. I cannot in good conscience make a fortune off my writing, though. Anything above what I need has to go for the benefit of those who kept me safe enough to write, and the children of those who didn't come back.

Indeed, the real need I see ahead is a lot of stand-in parenting and care for traumatised kids (just the masks and schools as death camps is going to be bad enough). It is work that has to be done personally, lovingly, individually. Goodbye to an abhorrent society based on hoarding wealth and abusing others.