The UK collectively decided to fuck itself into oblivion, repeatedly, for more than a decade. My only hope is that in a hundred years the sun will still rise ov

The UK collectively decided to fuck itself into oblivion, repeatedly, for more than a decade. My only hope is that in a hundred years the sun will still rise over Avebury on the solstice, the white horse will still leap over uffington, and some miserable subsistence farmer, desperately searching for nonexistent rotten potatoes in the chalky soil will one morning look out through the rain, see the wind moving through beech trees on the crest of the chiltern hills, hear a red kite flying overhead, and feel a rush of warm acid through their blood in absolute certainty that the land is so much more permanent than the rotting bones of a million dead politicians, crushed underfoot