this morning #1969.

this morning, it was like i was living in a movie. not one of my choosing. a dark comedy. one of those films that pivots around a dramatic reveal. a film where, for most of it, nobody knows that they’re living in a full-blown dystopia. then—the big, lame reveal. images begin to flash in front of the protagonist’s eyes. all these odd incidents along the way that should’ve made it clear that something’s off in the world. from that point forward, everything’s worthy of suspicion. how is it possible that nobody else has noticed that we’ve been asleep at the wheel? what can be done to snap society out of their fog? i never asked to be the protagonist but here we are. time for me to meet the moment. the search for an answer begins.