Greetings from the apocalypse…again. If you are reading this, the hyperbolic umbrella corporation hasnt wiped us all from civilization just yet. Covid is still hanging around and has done damage in more ways than imaginable. Unfortunately, we lost some loved ones, of whom are irreplaceable. We’ve lost some Mom and Pop local businesses during the pandemic. We’ve lost our empathy towards others. This is a safe space, for you and I, reader. Lets talk about the death of it all. The death of empathy. The death of privacy. The death of optimism. The death of our hopes and dreams as we know it. Or…not?
In 2022, there are those that see the glass half empty. There are those that see a glass half full. There are those that dont even see a fucking glass at this point. I salute you, all of you. Let us consider…this one last hurrah, that all is not lost. What if hope is on the other side of the horizon, the one we forgot to look for? What if healthy, maskless, mouth breathers live on in our imagination? What if we have the courage to see them into existence? Are we brave enough to dream of a simple smokers cough in walmart, yet again; no more pearl clutching the inevitable?!
Let us rise up and take heart. We are stronger than we think. Let this serve as a declaration of life and the ability to overcome anything. Hang in there baby!