If you are living far enough away from “civilization,” you may have no real concern about the seemingly exponential increase in madness permeating the modern world. Perhaps you’re able to exist within it, but not be adversely affected. Perhaps you’re pretending, carrying on with life regardless of what the powers-that-be are scheming and implementing and forcing upon humanity. Perhaps you’re ready to call it a day.
It’s all bullshit. If and when you start digging into anything and everything significant that seemed to occur in these past months — and perhaps years, decades or centuries — nothing about it is genuine. It’s all someone’s hidden influence, someone’s fiction, or someone’s delusion of shaping the world in their image.
This strange, infuriating, exhausting, personally expansive, psychologically challenging, emotionally maturing and character alchemizing year has been one for the books. Perhaps you can relate.
You’ve no doubt heard of the classic paradox, of what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object. It seems quite evident that something akin to this is playing out on the world stage right now.
A sandy wall that erodes with regularity, by all appearances. The names of local youth and others who’ve ventured by and decided to leave their mark — some are in love, some are quite alone, hoping to be seen. Further down, even Covid-19 signed the wall, memorialized in 2020.