Our hatred, rising. Our hatred for it all, as Cicero counselled. Our training in hatred. In hating ourselves! And what we were! And what we have been! Our part in it all! Our place in it all! Our guilt! Our compromise! And what we hadn’t done! And what we hadn’t achieved! The promise that we never lived up to! The disappointments we were! To ourselves! To everyone!
We were supposed to be the watch. We were supposed to be vigilant. To see what’s coming. To look out and warn everyone. But we failed. We fell asleep.
We’re supposed to be looking at the distant horizon, to watch for what’s coming. To scan for threats. But we didn’t did we? For all our European philosophy.
Are we still alive? How can we be still alive? We’re not alive. This isn’t living.
The horror is that we know the horror. The worst is that we know the worst.
Work in Progress 