Yes, I share those dreams. Envious even. But fighting seems like a lost cause today. It seems quite pointless. What are the increasing odds it will become much worse. Until there is no productivity in that sense of it being worth it. And until it hits bottom only then will society either break or it will improve.
The dreaded odds are bearing all the big warning signs of the worst is on the way. Then and only then it just might be worth it. Fight or flight. Instincts become reality. One can only dream of more than this shitshow.
I haven't seen that society in what seems like a lifetime ago. This society is as you say hopeless, soulless, full of deceit and lies, anger and rage, and greed and distrust. It is haunting, knowing, fighting or escaping it. But every so often just for a minute there is that beauty, acts of sweet kindness. Last weekend for example. She was divine. Moments in what seems like an eternity of otherwise hell. I would even break my only rule, never see twice, done that too many times, hundreds and hundreds, because it won't be the same. But my god. Alive. Doubt she shared that sentiment, she was simply a much rarer perfect nice, but she's going home, continents away. Back to reality, woke up on Monday, battered by lies, greed, and distrust. Fighting so many battles, they're almost hopeless, waiting to live or die trying.
Metaphors are better stoic. Insulated. It is easier to turn it off than too rat race. There simply isn't any prep for it. Weather out an increasing storm and hope it all blows over, but it won't. I'd rather be hit by lightening if I could only hear silence again. Peace. A society working together, instead of tearing each other apart. And the imminent disasters proceeding from one to the next, as we're simply crushed into blinded obedience.
No they change. Never seen so many in my life. Like another entity mind controls these people. They turn rapidly psychotic. Out of character into rioting schizos. It must be the vax, or masks. But they switch like crackheads. Evil swells inside of them, like the freaking necronomicon, book of the dead, until they're frothing like rabid hellhounds or drug addled crackheads. Evil is afoul. Never seen so many since. But that underlying anger is bubbling over out of a cauldron of witchy brew. Pop, something triggers them. Rage receptors are hitting critical mass. Just a few more weeks until you're crushed by zombie hordes.
Yes, I share those dreams. Envious even. But fighting seems like a lost cause today. It seems quite pointless. What are the increasing odds it will become much worse. Until there is no productivity in that sense of it being worth it. And until it hits bottom only then will society either break or it will improve.
The dreaded odds are bearing all the big warning signs of the worst is on the way. Then and only then it just might be worth it. Fight or flight. Instincts become reality. One can only dream of more than this shitshow.
I haven't seen that society in what seems like a lifetime ago. This society is as you say hopeless, soulless, full of deceit and lies, anger and rage, and greed and distrust. It is haunting, knowing, fighting or escaping it. But every so often just for a minute there is that beauty, acts of sweet kindness. Last weekend for example. She was divine. Moments in what seems like an eternity of otherwise hell. I would even break my only rule, never see twice, done that too many times, hundreds and hundreds, because it won't be the same. But my god. Alive. Doubt she shared that sentiment, she was simply a much rarer perfect nice, but she's going home, continents away. Back to reality, woke up on Monday, battered by lies, greed, and distrust. Fighting so many battles, they're almost hopeless, waiting to live or die trying.
Metaphors are better stoic. Insulated. It is easier to turn it off than too rat race. There simply isn't any prep for it. Weather out an increasing storm and hope it all blows over, but it won't. I'd rather be hit by lightening if I could only hear silence again. Peace. A society working together, instead of tearing each other apart. And the imminent disasters proceeding from one to the next, as we're simply crushed into blinded obedience.
No they change. Never seen so many in my life. Like another entity mind controls these people. They turn rapidly psychotic. Out of character into rioting schizos. It must be the vax, or masks. But they switch like crackheads. Evil swells inside of them, like the freaking necronomicon, book of the dead, until they're frothing like rabid hellhounds or drug addled crackheads. Evil is afoul. Never seen so many since. But that underlying anger is bubbling over out of a cauldron of witchy brew. Pop, something triggers them. Rage receptors are hitting critical mass. Just a few more weeks until you're crushed by zombie hordes.