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 watch the time on 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.