This is around five years old, but still very relevant to me in so many ways. I think this is one that will never not be directly and contemporarily relevant to me. Perhaps one day the ground will stop approaching, but I’m not going to hold my breath on that.

A feeling of something walking on the wind. Maybe there’s something calling out. It fades, and flounders. It buds, and builds. It overwhelms and cannot leave. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe it was me.

It’s easy to overhear people postulate that the world is falling apart, and things used to be better. And if you look at very specific areas compared to very specific times, it’s easy to do. But if you know more about human history and behaviour, you know that is false. It is also potentially dangerous.

Things are bad, very bad. But so-called obvious reasons are often latched on to out of lack of knowledge. They seem obvious thanks to all the missing context and information. And all the assumptions we make based on our own extremely limited experiences.