hi. i fell asleep before reading over what’s below so i could post it. i woke up at 4:00 am amsterdam time and thought i would do that. then i saw what happened in texas.
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At the Saturday market Oona reported that a friend of hers going through a hard time had sighed and said, “But you know, it is just the usual psychotic despair.”
We both laughed.
How much of life her friend’s phrase describes?
It is always useful to name things since it creates a little distance and angst only lives close up.
Of course, with Buffalo, Trump still filling the screen, Putin on the loose, Monkey Pox on the horizon and an ever decaying discourse the more you look out the more the psychotic despair closes in.
Talking over the current state of a world going to shite, I admitted to Oona that my career teaching critical thinking had obviously been a waste, since we all just believe the fiction we want to believe, use that to displace our despair onto a conspiracy theory, no matter how implausible.
When I reported all this to Mr. Dash he sent along a few lines from Chronicles by Dylan:
I didn't know what age of history we were in nor what the truth of it was. Nobody bothered with that. If you told the truth, that was all well and good and if you told the un-truth, well, that’s still well and good.
Here’s to telling truths and un-truths towards making them good such that they undo a little despair, have a gerative use rather than a self-serving target.
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i don’t know what that has to do with anything, really. kids are being slaughtered en masse after elderly people are slaughtered en masse.
do something. try something. stop pretening it is just a story.