Pacific ambitions written in fire by Wiryo Huojin

China's rare test of a long-range ballistic missile over the Pacific was far more than another military exercise. Missiles are never simply pieces of engineering launched into empty skies. They are political statements travelling at extraordinary speed. This one carried a dummy warhead, but its real payload was symbolism. Beijing was not merely testing technology. It was testing perception, resolve and the reactions of every nation watching from across the Pacific.

Governments naturally describe such launches as routine verification of military capabilities. That explanation is technically correct, yet strategically incomplete. Nations do not conduct highly visible tests of intercontinental or submarine-launched ballistic missiles simply because engineers require fresh data. They do so because they want someone else to receive the message.

The message seems increasingly unmistakable. China is no longer content with being merely Asia's dominant power. It is steadily presenting itself as the defining strategic force of the Pacific century. The Pacific Ocean, once largely shaped by American naval supremacy, has become the stage upon which Beijing intends to demonstrate that the balance of power is changing.

Military power is ultimately psychological. A missile that never needs to be fired in war may still achieve its purpose if it convinces rivals that resistance carries unacceptable risks. Every successful test quietly reminds neighbouring states that China's technological sophistication and strategic reach continue to expand. That reminder resonates from Tokyo to Canberra, from Manila to Washington.

The launch also reflects China's broader strategic philosophy. Over the past two decades Beijing has modernised its navy, expanded its nuclear capabilities, invested heavily in hypersonic weapons, built artificial islands, and increased military pressure around Taiwan and throughout the South China Sea. None of these developments exists in isolation. Together they form a coherent picture of a country determined to reshape the security architecture of the Indo-Pacific.

Some observers continue to argue that these actions are purely defensive, designed to deter foreign intervention. Every great power, after all, claims defensive intentions. History teaches, however, that the distinction between deterrence and intimidation often depends upon who is interpreting the display of force. For smaller nations with limited military capabilities, the difference can feel academic.

The timing is equally significant. The global order appears increasingly fragmented. Conflicts in Europe and the Middle East have stretched diplomatic attention and military resources. The United States continues to project enormous strength, yet it also faces growing domestic political divisions and mounting strategic commitments across multiple regions. Beijing undoubtedly recognises that periods of international uncertainty often create opportunities for ambitious powers to redefine the rules.

Whether China seeks outright regional dominance or simply wishes to secure greater strategic influence is ultimately less important than the perception created by these repeated demonstrations of military capability. Perception influences alliances, defence spending, diplomatic calculations and commercial investment. It shapes decisions long before any conflict begins.

The Pacific is entering an era in which military signalling will become increasingly frequent, sophisticated and dangerous. Every launch, every naval deployment and every aerial incursion carries the risk of misunderstanding or miscalculation. That should concern every government with interests in the region.

China's missile did not carry a nuclear warhead, but it delivered something almost as consequential: a declaration of intent. It announced that Beijing sees itself not as a rising power waiting politely for recognition, but as a power prepared to define the strategic future of an entire hemisphere. Whether the rest of the Pacific accepts that vision or mobilises to resist it, may become one of the defining geopolitical questions of this century.

This is what the meaning of heartbreak is #Poem by Abigail George

 

One day
I'll be gone

I've made peace with the fact
that you won't miss me

Dearest Mother,
I know you won't

I've made peace with that
You never wanted me

You've told me
that I would be buried

in a pine box
And that I would have a pauper's funeral

You want him, don't you?

Cackling
Then witchy laughter, yours

But then the typewriter appeared
What was that?

No, I don't think that you
will miss me when I'm gone

You won't miss
anything about me

My clairvoyance, for one
the prettiness

of how I use the word “sublimate” in a poem,
my third eye,

for another
yes, my psychic ability

that left strangers
spellbound

will leave them
spellbound no more

You never wanted
the likes of me for a daughter

Smartie eating
Bertha Mason

In the way
that people

miss rain
sometimes

I will miss you, Earth
You held me

when
my own mother's

arms wouldn't
(refused to)

You, Earth, spoke to me
but not the weight

of sadness
How quiet

disappointment is,
my life,

and the sea
of this silence

in the male
psychiatric nurse

who hovers
in the ascendance

of the stillness
of the night

I will grow
sunflowers for you

even though
you will call it

sadness
I will write

letters to you
from heaven
and hide the paintings

of poems in them
like I was Matthew Wong

I will write them to you
by the light
of the stars

It was the light
perhaps the hand of God
that visited me

in the mental hospital
shining mightily

through each
crack in the wall

So beautiful
that even the bars

at the windows
wept with joy,

and the grass
that I walked on rejoiced

Yes, time
did not exist

in the mental hospital
Just these restless spaces,

and the inadequacy of the patients
in the ward

like candles
Horses, trying to navigate

the stillness
the sea

Even when
I leave this world

I will never
leave you, your side
I want you to know

that even in my sadness
I will always
choose you

even though you
won't choose me

I will always choose the stillness,
the sea

found in the wards
of Garden City Clinic
Helen Joseph, Tara

Sunnyside, Hunterscraig
Provincial Hospital
the psychiatric nurses

good shepherds
dressed in white like ships

each one
the reincarnation of the RMS Carpathia

how they mothered me, kept watch, these lanterns
night and day

like the praise & worship
of Earth

mothered me, once
the clouds
in the ceiling

the non-existent
mirrors in the bathroom

The tide of my father
flows into me

I understand the meaning
of grief now,

the songs
of these tears

There is divinity
in all of life

These are not just songs
Listen!

They're hymns, psalms
Scriptural mandates

not just madness
or the attic space of Mrs Rochester

They’re prayers
Yes, God is in all of life

You, mother
In my hands

are a prayer
In God's hands
you were the chosen one

You were chosen to be my mother,
to raise me

Even years
of not being loved
can feel sacred

Even forgiveness,
even a typewriter
can be victorious conquerors.

Inherited shadows by Felix Laursen

Every family owns at least one photograph that has become sacred through repetition rather than truth. It sits inside an ageing album, hangs on a hallway wall or survives in a digital folder carrying the comforting illusion that memory can be frozen. We look at smiling children, newly married couples, birthdays and holidays, assuming the camera has preserved reality. Yet family photographs have always been remarkable liars. They celebrate what families wish to remember while quietly burying what they desperately hope will be forgotten.

This is precisely why a growing number of contemporary artists have begun attacking the family album itself, not out of vandalism but out of historical necessity. By scratching negatives, cutting faces from portraits, embroidering over smiles, burning corners, layering paint or inserting unsettling new imagery, they transform ordinary vernacular photography into evidence rather than nostalgia. Their interventions expose the silence hidden beneath generations of carefully curated happiness.

The family album has long functioned as a private museum of selective mythology. Every photograph is an editorial decision. Arguments remain outside the frame. Alcoholism disappears behind birthday cakes. Domestic violence politely waits until the shutter closes. Racism, betrayal, abuse, mental illness, colonial privilege, political extremism and inherited shame rarely receive their own page. The camera records appearances; the album edits morality.

Artists who physically alter these images refuse to honour that editorial process. Their work is often accused of desecrating history, but perhaps the opposite is true. They rescue history from sentimentality. Instead of treating photographs as untouchable relics, they acknowledge them as unstable documents whose greatest value lies in what they omit. A torn portrait may communicate grief more honestly than the untouched original ever could.

There is something profoundly unsettling about watching a familiar family snapshot transformed into an object of suspicion. A stitched mouth suddenly suggests decades of silence. A blackened face hints at deliberate erasure from family memory. Delicate embroidery across children's clothing resembles scars passed invisibly through generations. Such alterations do not invent trauma; they visualise trauma that already existed but had no acceptable language.

This artistic strategy reflects a wider cultural shift. Modern society has become increasingly sceptical of inherited narratives. Families once expected loyalty above truth. Secrets were considered acts of protection rather than deception. Entire generations learned that uncomfortable questions were signs of disrespect. Today, however, inherited silence itself has become suspect. People increasingly ask what grandparents never discussed, why certain relatives disappeared from photographs, or why no one explained the unexplained empty chair at Christmas dinner.

The altered family photograph becomes less an artwork than an archaeological dig. Its power also lies in its intimacy. Monumental political paintings can feel distant. Museum installations often require intellectual decoding. But almost everyone understands the emotional gravity of a family album. The instant an artist intervenes in such an object, viewers instinctively feel both fascination and discomfort. We recognise our own family histories hiding between those damaged pages.

The medium also raises uncomfortable ethical questions. Does an artist have the right to rewrite inherited photographs? Does altering an image distort history or illuminate it? Traditional archivists might argue that preservation demands neutrality. Artists understand something archivists often cannot admit: neutrality itself is frequently another form of concealment. Leaving an image untouched can preserve its physical condition while simultaneously protecting its emotional falsehood.

Perhaps that explains why these works linger so stubbornly in the imagination. They do not accuse individual families alone. They implicate photography itself.

For more than a century, the family snapshot has promised authenticity while quietly manufacturing consensus. It persuades descendants that love was uncomplicated, that parents were wiser than they were, that childhood was happier than memory suggests. Altering these images punctures that comforting fiction. The intervention becomes an act of counter-memory, exposing photography's remarkable talent not merely for remembering, but for forgetting with exquisite precision.

The family album, once regarded as a sanctuary of certainty, emerges instead as one of culture's most sophisticated works of historical fiction. The artists who dare to redraw it are not destroying memory. They are finally allowing it to tell the truth.

Screws & Chips #129 #Cartoon by Thanos Kalamidas

 

In a galaxy far, far away, intelligence demonstrated by screws and chips,
boldly gone where no robot has gone before!

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The corporate kingdom by Harry S. Taylor

For centuries, the modern state has operated on a simple assumption: governments write the rules, corporations follow them and the courts stand as the final guardians when power becomes excessive. But the rise of figures like Elon Musk has exposed an uncomfortable reality: the balance between political authority and corporate influence is becoming increasingly fragile. The question is no longer whether corporations can challenge governments, but whether governments still possess the ability to effectively challenge corporations that operate on a global scale.

Musk’s financial empire, stretching across electric vehicles, space technology, artificial intelligence, communications and social media, represents something far larger than the success of one entrepreneur. It symbolises a new era where private organisations can accumulate influence once reserved for nations. A single corporate decision, a market movement, or a public statement can create waves across economies, industries and political debates. The modern billionaire is no longer merely a business leader; he can become an unofficial geopolitical actor.

The problem is not wealth itself. Innovation has always been driven by ambitious individuals willing to take risks. The danger emerges when economic power becomes so concentrated that traditional democratic mechanisms struggle to respond. Laws, taxes and regulations were designed for companies operating within national borders. Today’s corporate giants operate in a borderless environment where capital, data and influence move faster than governments can legislate.

A state can impose a tax reform, create regulations or launch investigations, but a multinational corporation can shift operations, restructure assets or exploit legal differences between countries. The result is a constant game of catch-up, where governments often appear reactive rather than authoritative. The rules exist, but enforcing them against entities with enormous financial resources becomes increasingly complicated.

The deeper concern is the possibility of governments slowly becoming dependent on the very corporations they are supposed to oversee. When states rely on private companies for infrastructure, technology, communication networks or strategic industries, the relationship can quietly transform. The corporation stops being simply a participant in society and begins becoming a partner in governing it. History has repeatedly shown that when private power and public authority become too closely intertwined, accountability becomes dangerously blurred.

The dystopian nightmare is not necessarily a world where corporations openly replace governments. It is a more subtle reality where governments remain in place, elections continue and institutions still exist, but critical decisions are increasingly shaped by those who control resources rather than those who represent citizens.

The challenge facing democracies is not to attack successful entrepreneurs or punish innovation. It is to rebuild the systems that ensure economic power remains accountable. Stronger international cooperation, modern competition laws and clearer boundaries between private influence and public responsibility will be essential.

The future cannot be one where governments become customers, regulators and political dependants of corporate giants simultaneously. That arrangement creates a dangerous imbalance. A democracy where money can consistently overpower regulation risks becoming a marketplace of influence rather than a system of public choice.

Elon Musk’s rise is not the beginning of a corporate dystopia, but it is a warning sign. The lesson is not that successful companies should be feared; it is that no individual, company or financial empire should become so powerful that society must negotiate with it as though it were another sovereign state.

The ultimate question of the twenty-first century may not be who controls technology, but who controls those who control technology. If democracies fail to answer that question, the future may belong not to citizens and governments, but to corporate kingdoms without borders.

The quiet immunity by Edoardo Moretti

Another headline. Another person dead after an encounter connected to immigration enforcement. Another round of official statements, legal caveats, procedural reviews and political shouting. Then silence. The details change from case to case, but the pattern feels depressingly familiar: a life is lost, outrage flares for a few day and the machinery of the state rolls forward largely untouched.

For many Americans, the deepest frustration is not simply about immigration policy. It is about accountability. A government that possesses the power to detain, deport and separate families also carries an extraordinary responsibility to protect human life. When someone dies in custody, during an arrest, or in circumstances tied to federal enforcement operations, the public deserves more than bureaucratic language and delayed investigations. It deserves transparency, urgency and consequences when wrongdoing is found.

The problem is that accountability often appears to arrive wrapped in layers of legal insulation. Agencies investigate themselves. Prosecutors weigh institutional interests alongside public outrage. Courts move slowly. By the time reports are released, the national conversation has already moved on to the next crisis. Families are left grieving while officials speak in the sterile vocabulary of procedures and protocols.

This is not an argument against borders or against enforcing immigration law. Every sovereign nation has the right to regulate entry and residence. The real question is whether enforcement agencies are held to the same moral and legal standards that ordinary citizens are expected to meet. Power without scrutiny breeds impunity. And impunity, even when unintended, corrodes public trust far faster than any political slogan ever could.

What makes these cases especially unsettling is the growing sense that the burden of proof has been inverted. Instead of authorities having to demonstrate that force, detention conditions or operational decisions were justified, grieving families and activists often feel compelled to prove that a tragedy deserved national attention in the first place. That is a dangerous habit for a democracy. Human dignity should not depend on citizenship status, political popularity or the size of a protest crowd.

The legal system, meanwhile, projects an image of distance. Judges interpret statutes. Prosecutors evaluate evidence. Agencies cite regulations. Each step may be technically defensible, yet the cumulative effect can feel like a wall separating official responsibility from human suffering. Citizens watch repeated controversies unfold and conclude that there are two systems of accountability, one for ordinary people and another for institutions wearing federal badges.

That perception matters. Democracies survive not merely because laws exist, but because citizens believe those laws apply evenly. When deaths connected to state power appear to generate endless reviews but few meaningful consequences, cynicism becomes rational. People stop expecting justice and start expecting damage control.

America has spent generations telling the world that the rule of law is its defining principle. If that claim means anything, it must apply most rigorously when the government itself is under scrutiny. Investigations into deaths connected to immigration enforcement should be independent, public and swift. Findings should not disappear into administrative archives. Officials who violate the law should face the same legal standards that any civilian would face.

Otherwise the country risks normalising a grim routine, another death, another statement, another promise to review procedures, another news cycle forgotten. A society does not lose its conscience in one dramatic moment. It loses it gradually, each time a preventable tragedy is absorbed into the background noise of politics.

And that is the real danger here, not only the policies themselves, but the growing belief that when state power and human life collide, accountability has become optional.

#eMagazine Ovi Dark - Issue #03 - Forged alibi

 

This exploration of the narrative’s cutting edge draws from a long and rich tradition. The modern literary magazine owes a debt to the ‘pulp’ digest era, where publications first married mystery fiction with the gritty reality of true crime. This issue proudly continues that legacy, acknowledging that the most compelling fiction often hides in the shadows of the real world.

This commitment to truth is what led us to include a new, in-depth feature examining the anatomy of a recent, complex criminal case. We go beyond the headlines to dissect the investigation and the psychology of the perpetrator, holding a mirror up to the darkness that lurks within our own society.

It is a stark reminder that while our fiction may explore the supernatural, the ‘real crime’ section grounds us in the profound, and often terrifying, realities of human nature. Ovi Dark 3 is a journey to the edge of reason, we invite you to take the first step.

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Puppi & Caesar #48 #cartoon by Thanos Kalamidas

 

Another cartoon with a mean and know-all of a bully cat, Puppi and her intellectual, pompous companion categorically-I-know-all, Caesar the squirrel!  

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The war inside the machine by Jiro Lambert

While headlines remain dominated by missiles, drones and explosions in the Middle East, another conflict is unfolding with far greater consequences for the twenty-first century. It is quieter, less visible and infinitely more strategic. It is the war over advanced semiconductor chips, and unlike conventional wars, this one is being fought in laboratories, clean rooms, trade ministries and artificial intelligence research centres. The battlefield may be microscopic, but the geopolitical stakes could hardly be larger.

Modern civilisation increasingly depends on tiny pieces of silicon that most people never see. They power smartphones, hospitals, satellites, financial markets, military equipment and, above all, artificial intelligence. Every leap in AI capability demands more sophisticated chips, making semiconductor production one of the world's most valuable strategic assets.

This is no ordinary commercial competition. Nations have realised that whoever controls the most advanced chips controls much of tomorrow's economy, military capability and technological innovation. Oil fuelled the twentieth century. Chips will define the twenty-first.

The irony is impossible to ignore. For decades, globalisation encouraged countries to spread manufacturing across continents in pursuit of efficiency and lower costs. That era is rapidly ending. Governments are pouring billions into domestic semiconductor production, subsidising factories, restricting exports and building technological alliances that increasingly resemble military coalitions.

Artificial intelligence has dramatically intensified this struggle. Training cutting-edge AI models requires extraordinary computing power, which in turn requires the world's most advanced processors. Without them, AI development slows dramatically. With them, entire industries and potentially entire militaries, gain enormous advantages.

This explains why semiconductor restrictions have become instruments of foreign policy. Export controls, investment bans and technology licensing are replacing tariffs as the preferred weapons of economic confrontation. Instead of bombing factories, governments attempt to deny rivals access to the machinery, software and expertise needed to manufacture the next generation of chips.

The remarkable aspect of this conflict is that almost nobody voted for it, yet everyone will live with its consequences. Consumers will pay more for electronics. Companies will redesign global supply chains. Universities will face tighter research restrictions. Even small nations suddenly find themselves strategically important if they possess critical manufacturing capacity or specialised engineering talent.

Artificial intelligence only raises the temperature further. Every breakthrough creates greater demand for computational power, reinforcing the value of semiconductor leadership. The race becomes self-perpetuating: better chips create better AI, which designs even better chips, accelerating innovation while widening the gap between technological leaders and followers.

This rivalry also carries uncomfortable risks. Fragmenting global technology into competing blocs may increase resilience for some countries, but it also reduces collaboration that has historically driven scientific progress. Innovation thrives when ideas cross borders. Suspicion builds walls where cooperation once built industries.

Meanwhile, ordinary citizens remain largely unaware that the devices in their pockets have become pieces on a geopolitical chessboard. A smartphone is no longer merely a consumer product; it is the visible end of an immensely complex chain involving rare minerals, precision engineering, advanced lithography, software design and strategic diplomacy.

History often teaches that great powers compete over resources that define their age. Once it was spices, then coal, then oil. Today, it is silicon measured in nanometres. The winners may never fire a shot, yet they could shape the global balance of power for generations.

The loudest wars dominate television screens. The most important ones often unfold silently inside machines. The chip war may lack dramatic footage, but its outcome will influence economies, national security, artificial intelligence and global leadership long after today's military conflicts have faded into history.

The locked front door by Polly Hobbs

Housing has quietly become the defining social crisis of our age. It is no longer merely about bricks, mortar and mortgages; it is about dignity, independence and the ability to imagine a future. Across wealthy and developing nations alike, home ownership has drifted from an achievable milestone into something resembling a luxury prize. Even renting has become an exhausting financial balancing act. The consequences are now impossible to ignore.

Perhaps the clearest sign of failure is the growing number of adults in their late twenties and thirties who remain living with their parents, not because they prefer multigenerational households, but because they have no realistic alternative. Many have stable jobs, university degrees and ambitions, yet the mathematics simply refuses to cooperate. Salaries crawl while housing costs sprint. Saving for a deposit feels like filling a bucket with a hole in its bottom.

This situation is quietly reshaping society. Young couples postpone marriage, delay having children or abandon the idea altogether because they cannot secure a place to call their own. Independence, once regarded as a normal step into adulthood, has become an expensive privilege. Parents, meanwhile, postpone their own retirement plans as they continue supporting adult children who are trapped by circumstances rather than laziness.

The popular narrative that younger generations simply spend too much on holidays or coffee has always been a convenient myth. No amount of skipped cappuccinos can compensate for house prices that have risen many times faster than incomes over decades. Blaming individuals is politically easier than confronting structural problems, but it solves absolutely nothing.

Meanwhile, renters increasingly find themselves living in permanent uncertainty. Rising rents consume ever larger portions of household income, leaving little room for savings or unexpected expenses. Entire careers are now built around surviving the next rent increase instead of planning for the future. A home has become less a sanctuary than a monthly financial gamble.

At the opposite end lies the harshest reality of all: homelessness. It is the most visible evidence that housing markets left entirely to speculation eventually stop serving society. A society cannot reasonably celebrate economic growth while thousands sleep in cars, temporary shelters or on pavements. Homelessness is rarely the result of one bad decision. More often, it emerges from a chain of unaffordable rents, stagnant wages, family breakdowns, illness and inadequate public support.

Governments cannot continue treating housing as though it were merely another investment sector. Homes are investments, certainly, but they are first and foremost places where people build lives. When property becomes primarily a financial asset traded for maximum returns, the human purpose of housing inevitably takes second place.

There are no miracle solutions, but there are obvious responsibilities. States need to encourage the construction of affordable housing, modernise planning systems, invest in public housing where markets fail, discourage speculative vacancies and ensure that ordinary working people are not permanently priced out of the communities they sustain. These are not radical ideas. They are practical necessities.

The housing crisis is ultimately a test of political priorities. Every generation expects to leave the next one with greater opportunities than it inherited. Today, many young adults are inheriting precisely the opposite: fewer choices, greater insecurity and shrinking hope.

A society where millions cannot afford a home is not merely experiencing a housing shortage. It is experiencing a shortage of political courage. Until that changes, the front door to independence will remain firmly locked for far too many people.

Bought history’s bones by Brea Willis

There is something profoundly unsettling about watching 67 million years of Earth's history disappear behind the gates of a billionaire's private estate. The record-breaking sale of a Tyrannosaurus rex for £37.4 million may have delighted auctioneers and investors, but it should leave the rest of us asking a far more important question, who exactly owns the past?

A dinosaur is not a luxury handbag, a sports car or another trophy to park in a climate-controlled mansion. A Tyrannosaurus rex is part of humanity's shared story, a survivor from an unimaginably distant age that belongs intellectually and culturally to every child who has ever stood wide-eyed before a museum skeleton dreaming about prehistoric worlds.

Yet modern capitalism has developed a disturbing habit of putting price tags on everything. If something is rare enough, eventually it becomes another asset class. Today it is dinosaur fossils. Tomorrow it may be entire archaeological sites if someone finds a legal loophole large enough.

Supporters of private ownership insist wealthy collectors often preserve fossils beautifully and occasionally lend them to museums. That may be true in individual cases, but it completely misses the point. Public access should never depend upon the generosity of private owners. History should not survive through philanthropy when it ought to be protected through principle.

Museums exist precisely because civilisation decided centuries ago that certain objects possess value beyond money. We do not preserve ancient manuscripts, Roman sculptures or Egyptian artefacts merely because they are expensive. We preserve them because they connect us to who we are. Dinosaurs perform the same function on an even grander timescale. They remind us that humanity occupies only the final seconds of Earth's vast geological clock.

Once a scientifically important fossil enters a private collection, researchers may lose reliable access to it. Students cannot study it. Families cannot marvel at it. Future generations may never even know where it is. Instead of inspiring millions behind museum glass, it risks becoming little more than the world's most expensive conversation piece in someone's drawing room.

There is also something morally uncomfortable about the symbolism. While museums across the world struggle with shrinking budgets, ageing facilities and difficult conservation work, individuals can casually outbid institutions because they possess fortunes measured in billions rather than millions. The market decides not what benefits science or education, but what satisfies private desire.

Of course, private collectors are not villains by definition. Many have donated extraordinary discoveries to museums and funded valuable scientific work. They deserve recognition when they do. But a society should never rely on acts of personal generosity where public responsibility ought to exist.

Perhaps fossils of exceptional scientific or historical importance should receive legal protections similar to those afforded to great works of cultural heritage. Some treasures are simply too significant to become commodities. Their value cannot be measured by the final hammer price because their real worth lies in the curiosity they ignite and the knowledge they preserve.

A Tyrannosaurus rex survived asteroid impacts, continental drift and sixty-seven million years beneath the Earth. It seems a rather depressing ending to that extraordinary journey if its final resting place is not a museum filled with excited schoolchildren but the private gallery of someone wealthy enough to purchase a piece of prehistory.

Some things should never be bought because they already belong to everyone.