Carpe Diem

Pluck the day 

So, Jupiter has granted us another summer, perhaps the last before some terror strikes and airfares rise and giant jellyfish will send us screaming right in front of cameras. We’re not afraid, we’ll stand together, we’ll pluck the day. It’s ripe. Why trust in sunshine, waves and sandy beaches? Tomorrows are oblivious of today’s outrage – as long as nothing’s left behind. No DNA, no fingerprint, no scribbled word or photograph. Come, join us in the seizure of the day.