I’m the elephant on the cover of ‘Waiting for Miracles’, an album by The Flower Kings. I balance precariously atop a house of playing cards whilst trying to keep my eye on the time of the watch that dangles before one eye. At any moment, an orange could fall from the tree and bump a card, knocking me to the ground. That’s what its like being an Activist against the odds, passionately focusing on a goal whilst random misfortune could unravel me. Because I don’t have much, everyday small things can be as dangerous as the Politicians. No internet is a bullet, an empty bank account a bomb. The irony is that I’m fighting for a world that mostly doesn’t care, and thus regularly feel disconnected from. I’m that elephant doing its trick on a stage against the painted backdrop of a wilderness of freedom.