When you feel encased in doom and gloom, you're unable to look out of the window to see what's on the horizon. Crisis is like the window, the light in the attic. Shining the light in the darkness. That is what Crisis is.
I have to travel for business. It's a perk, and sometimes a drawback, of the job. And while I travel, there's nothing more important to me than to stay connected. Connected to work and family, yes, but also connected to 'things'.
As I sit, or more likely stand perpendicular and cramped, on my commute to and from work I tend to scan through the pages of the Metro or the Evening Standard nonchalantly. When I arrive at my destination, I have two primary options; put the paper in the bin, or leave it on my seat.