Each morning, I stretch my limbs and allow the soft animal in me to pull and push. This way, that way, a limb, then another, in a familiar routine. In turn, every single particle of my inner creature calls attention to itself. The mild animal in me is no longer soft. It has awakened into agility and readiness to shape shift. Now stretched into a bow and arrow, determined and practised, it aims for the orgre’s underbelly. With precision, it busts the lies and exposes the moral injury we are enduring at the whims of drunks gorged on greed and power. And thus, while shattering this waking nightmare, we reclaim…