Notes from the Horizon

While wandering about…

The insulation against sorrow wears thin.
Breathe in, out.
Repeat, while you can.
Yes, I know.
There are no boundaries.
No limits.
No constraints on human folly.
Nothing to stop the seduction of denial.
Or the self-satisfying freedom loosed by the power of lying.
Nothing at all to end the spread of the all-consuming alternate reality virus.

Except—

It’s brewing now.
Not yet visible.
Not yet knowable.
Even in nightmares.
It is coming, nonetheless.
Rue and worse will lie in its wake.
It will break over everyone and everything.
Taking our future who knows where.