War and Trauma
I’m finding it harder and harder to imagine what the future looks like. For me and for the world and humanity. If there is any luck, it isn’t as grim as its past, or mine. They say everyone is going through the same trauma, except that’s impossible, and all of the realities and traumas and perceptions in the world right now seem to be having the hardest time agreeing on a baseline. To say everyone’s trauma is the same is ridiculous. What of all the other traumas leading up to it? They have to count for something. The fun thing about trauma is that it rears it’s true face long after you think it’s safe to come out. And when it does, you realize that the best of times were during its original infliction, because then you knew what it is that was being taken from you, and you remember having it and feel the loss. But when it shows itself again, you don’t know what you are without it anymore, you don’t remember yourself before it’s arrival, and the empty space from where something...