After Carles Puigdemont i Casamajó (President of the Government of Catalunya) delivered a perplexing speech in which he declared a suspended independence - collectively, we involuntarily held our breath.
Conflicted. Saddened. And powerless. Apparently, it isn’t my place to comment. The atmosphere is intensely charged. Say the wrong thing or have it fall on wrong ears and friendships can be broken.
A refrain* comes to mind, and plays in my head everyday…
What now? I just can't figure it out
What now? I guess I'll just wait it out
What now? Please tell me, what now?
I hear. I listen. I read, and I can’t ascertain how my life could be better in Sitges. I chose to move here and clearly I have a love for the town, Catalunya and for Spain.
I don't know where to go
I don't know what to feel
I don't know how to cry
I don't know ow ow why...
No one knows how things could change or even if things would change. And so, uncertainty is alive and well. It quickens the pulse and sends the heart racing. Every headline, every news story, and endless commentary; it all feeds uncertainty instead of ushering in clarity.
What now?
I just can't figure it out
I just can't figure it out
What now?
I guess I'll just wait it out
I guess I'll just wait it out
What now?
Somebody tell me,
Somebody tell me,
What now?
So what now?
So what now?
Scribe Note:
*Lyrics taken from the song “What Now?”. A track from “Unapologetic”, the seventh studio album by the Barbadian singer, Rihanna.
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