December 18, 2020
There's no settling down. Try as we might, knowing what we know, there's not a hope in hell of calming the storms. They roll and roar perpetually. We ride their currents. We've become so accustomed to them we accept them without question. Our lives are shaped by them. We are fed by them, sate out thirsts by the torrents running from the ruptured skies within. Inside our private domain we've created a universe all to its own, a glittering spectacle for ourselves, a place to revel in, wherein we are utterly alone. We have forgotten how not to be alone.