Words are flowing freely, cascading across the page like the river. It’s as though the pen scribbled out the blockage in it’s’ quest to fill notebooks with squiggly handwriting, and maybe one day point to something meaningful.
So, while I plot the story of two people who, so far, only exist in my head, comrades bring their magnifying glass to the attention of neo-Nazis, their compass to the influx of new/old misinformation, and plot the next chapters in the story of Revolution.
Reality and satire have merged, in bizarre seriousness, and there are rumblings of dissent as both sides approach the breaking points of desperation.
The times are always changing, yet hauntingly familiar. Out of somewhere came the words history never repeats, but I reject that concept based on my understanding of the past millennia.
So why not get what we came here for, and wield our collective power now, flex the muscles of “The People” so to speak?
Maybe we aren’t ready…a lack of solidarity would certainly suggest so. The social media platform is a toxic realm, bleeding fictions and misprints. Jerks, trolls and fascist hacks thrive on the regression of human intelligence with endless webs of bullshit that confuse and derail movements time and time again.
Cast aside the fiction trip to avoid cold doubt, it lacks the warmth of realisation. Nobody wants to catch themselves in the midst of battles they weren’t born for, but an individual can only ever find their own truth. Remember, an attractive sheep is still a sheep. If you surround yourself with livestock, you too will join their ranks.