Should I not know any better than this?
Why am I surprised that while still September, changing global weather patterns have messed up the alignment of the seasons, so that it's terribly cold in mid-September and it's impossible to walk in the mornings without a light jacket at least and woolen trousers whereas in previous years Google reminds me I was in shirts and shorts going on hikes? Was it my laziness or was it legitimate cold that disrupted my morning walk this morning? Was it okay to have been shivering inside my otherwise-cosy blankets all night long?
What's going on from here? Isn't this the apocalypse, the West is burning the East is freezing this might legit be the last election this country has in a while, and not to forget there's a massive global pandemic going on that's going to disrupt any escape from this hole. And disrupt most trade commerce and international migration for the foreseeable future? Are the Gods playing a really perverted sort of round of The Sims with us where they lock us up in the toilet and delete all the ways to escape out of it to see how we're going to be passing away, if it's the hunger, the lethargy, or the depression that's going to get us eventually?
Where do we find solace in the midst of it all? What is one place of peace and tranquility, while being realistic to one's situation? Will the fucking covid ever go away soon? Why have we stopped talking about it pretty much entirely? How many deaths will it *really* have taken by the end of it? Where does one look for positive news, for encouragement, for the energy to keep going?
Are these the end times? If not, why does it feel like the answer is a definite yes increasingly often? How to even stay sane?
What do we look forward to, as a society? What to aspire for?
Didn't I just say this? Is it okay if I repeat it?
What now?
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