Not much lately. Ten o'clock once was the time people went to church. I cannot remember the last time I heard church bells calling people to show up for the service, to listen to a Sunday preach.
bells but no church
It's even longer ago I visited myself. It's part of the person which isn't me. It's part of the violent childhood I had, a memory of amusement, being molested and humiliation. All in the name of God and his helpers, those who know best and don't care about the rest or... what your future will look like. Broken, disabled, in pain till eternity. Sure you can smile, act optimistic but if no one will take you seriously. You are no longer a child, should get over it, ignore what happens. Only dogs have been mistreated as a pup are allowed to be a screwed up adult dogs, receive care, love and we pity.
this church is used for festivals, expositions
Child abuse is what we speak about today. We claim we care but in reality, we don't. More and more children are beaten up even killed at home. The lockdown makes it possible, a lack of interest, poverty, frustration and no one to turn to does the rest.
The coronavirus, the pandemic is indeed a window of opportunities... to some. To those who love to see others suffer and know they get away with it.
Nothing happens at 10 o'clock because 112 (911 for you) says it's for emergencies only. So 10 o'clock is the perfect time to decide a life like this is no life and I won't accept it any longer. No need to call I left the phone off the hook.
See: @mariannewest/day-1422-5-minute-freewrite-sunday-prompt-what-happens-at-10