Reeling

No … headspace. No chance to think anything through. We can’t even begin to think. Just … panicked. Just rushed along.

Are we always this confused? Have we only ever been this confused? I can’t remember.

We can’t take stock. Everything … crammed in at once. We’re just reacting. We can’t step back. We can’t retreat.

So lost in whatever’s happening. Or whatever’s supposed to be happening. It’s all happening at once.

 

The deliberate crowding of events. They’re making all these geopolitical things happen. Flooding the zone with pseudo events. Stuff they orchestrate.

Stuff who orchestrates?

Them. The fuckers. The orchestrators. The reality-shapers. The nut cases in charge of it all.

 

All the stuff they’re hitting us with. All these events …

Pseudo-events, you mean. These things aren’t really happening. They’re staged. Orchestrated. Like almost everything is. They want wars They want conflict. They want trouble, for fuck’s sake. They want the great distractions.

But what are they trying to distract us from?

Ourselves. Maybe. Contemplation, maybe. Peace, maybe. Each other, maybe.

 

I feel like I’m reeling, always. That I’m being struck by blows. From all sides. And I don’t know how to defend myself.

Bewildered. Stunned. Staggering. Can’t stand upright. I’ve lost my footing … in life. I don’t know knowing what direction to go.

There’s got to be some … drug for this. Something we could take. A focus pill.