November 23, 2020
These days there’s no big or small news anymore. All news is old, in fact, that it’s become an afterthought. “Oh? That happened?” Someone would go about their day as if they know what’s going to happen next and they’re resigned to the future fact. Either that or they just lost the ability to care. What’s caring going to do anyway? Optimism these days is equivalent to basic survival. They run in parallel lines, not anymore a result of the other. One succeeded to reach End of Day and there’s celebration—a quiet ritual of gratitude to whoever’s Up There.