Battle fatigue
My head is reeling with the fourteen things I’ve chosen to care about deeply right now. I keep running into walls that just shouldn’t be there, catching my shoulders on the jambs of doors that were wider a minute ago I swear. I can’t open my eyes without feeling hardwired into a constant barage of confusion, frustration, conspiracy, manipulation and anger. We are all so tired.
We all seem so tizzied. Squalling amid activity and information in quantities too large to process. There is no mystery to the collective exhaustion. Are we afraid to shut our eyes for more than one fraction of a second?
I see beautiful worlds in my dreams. Impossible landscapes where the ocean flows into a waterfall and a forest sits on the edge of the world. I scrape my heart tripping over obstacles I didn’t see because of the largeness of the sky.
God help me with these invisible opponents. I don’t know how useful this sword is.
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