Red states
Jun. 27th, 2022 09:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sabriel007I dreamt I woke up, rolled over, checked my phone, and had a text message from you.
"I just sold the NFTs for these comics for millions of dollars," it said, and had some Doonesburyesque comics about Donald Trump. I laughed, and was so happy that we were on speaking terms again.
I wonder sometimes if it's you behind all of this. Obviously, not just you, but I imagine you making memes that somehow convince people that decisions I disagree with fundamentally are actually the way to make the world a better place. I don't know how the two worlds can exist simultaneously - the one I feel is being made more painful, and dangerous, and unfair, and the one you think is getting better. Sometimes, I imagine that it's the end, and it doesn't matter anymore, because nothing is going to save us, and we can get back to standing side-by-side, admiring how beautiful, and fragile, everything is.
What I miss is feeling safe. It's hard to explain how the end of the world would feel safe, but it wasn't really about physical safety so much as just maybe feeling like I was in the right place. I don't know how to get that back. Maybe that's what growing-up is.
"I just sold the NFTs for these comics for millions of dollars," it said, and had some Doonesburyesque comics about Donald Trump. I laughed, and was so happy that we were on speaking terms again.
I wonder sometimes if it's you behind all of this. Obviously, not just you, but I imagine you making memes that somehow convince people that decisions I disagree with fundamentally are actually the way to make the world a better place. I don't know how the two worlds can exist simultaneously - the one I feel is being made more painful, and dangerous, and unfair, and the one you think is getting better. Sometimes, I imagine that it's the end, and it doesn't matter anymore, because nothing is going to save us, and we can get back to standing side-by-side, admiring how beautiful, and fragile, everything is.
What I miss is feeling safe. It's hard to explain how the end of the world would feel safe, but it wasn't really about physical safety so much as just maybe feeling like I was in the right place. I don't know how to get that back. Maybe that's what growing-up is.
