Benjamin Franklin said “There is no such thing as a good war or a bad peace”. I am not sure I really agree with that. It is an insidious, incremental, imperceptible violence that ferments and creeps its way through a ‘bad peace’. It is too late to avoid war when a bad peace turns bad.

Bad Peace, 2016 has connotations with lynching, with bombings, with voodoo, with mechanisation, with nomadism, with instability, with a post-annihilation landscape. Incendiary sausages are caught just before impact. You want to laugh. It is almost vulgar. But deep down you know it is bad.