An intent to survive As a child, whenever we were caught on the hop, or something untoward occurred, my mother would exclaim, in a somewhat apprehensive yet indignant voice, Whatever next! Nothing of any consequence ever did happen next. Unlike today. With disruption now prevalent, astonishing events pile up like chords at the climax of a Rachmaninoff piano concerto. What an extraordinary era to be living in as our intertwined world turns on itself once again.
Whatever Next!
Whatever Next!
Whatever Next!
An intent to survive As a child, whenever we were caught on the hop, or something untoward occurred, my mother would exclaim, in a somewhat apprehensive yet indignant voice, Whatever next! Nothing of any consequence ever did happen next. Unlike today. With disruption now prevalent, astonishing events pile up like chords at the climax of a Rachmaninoff piano concerto. What an extraordinary era to be living in as our intertwined world turns on itself once again.