One of the loneliest things in the world is seeing clearly before others do, watching the collapse play out in real time while the people around you keep adjusting their seat cushions, waiting for someone else to step in.
Even most "aware" people still believe, on some level, that normal is paused, not gone. That this is a nightmare they can sleepwalk through and wake up from, eventually. But the test already happened.
I’ve written about this grief, the kind that comes from realizing your country isn’t asleep, it’s gone. The hardest part is knowing that telling the truth, early and often, will isolate you. You become the ghost in the room, the voice no one wants to hear because it means they’d have to act.
The rest might someday catch up. I keep wondering what’s left when/if they do.
I feel this in my bones.
One of the loneliest things in the world is seeing clearly before others do, watching the collapse play out in real time while the people around you keep adjusting their seat cushions, waiting for someone else to step in.
Even most "aware" people still believe, on some level, that normal is paused, not gone. That this is a nightmare they can sleepwalk through and wake up from, eventually. But the test already happened.
I’ve written about this grief, the kind that comes from realizing your country isn’t asleep, it’s gone. The hardest part is knowing that telling the truth, early and often, will isolate you. You become the ghost in the room, the voice no one wants to hear because it means they’d have to act.
The rest might someday catch up. I keep wondering what’s left when/if they do.