Now, more than ever, I realise many things are destined to stagnation. Politics, hunger, war – these forms of organised chaos crave conformity and constancy. There is more than enough money in the world to solve financial poverty. There is food aplenty to end world hunger. The ordinary people outweigh the few who rule our nations. And there are destructive arms in abundance to kiss the universe goodnight.
So what do we do? Send aid to those in need, and be criticised for misplacing resources. Send nothing, ignore it, and you become a heartless coward. I leave my building, hoping to shake my brain of these thoughts. But with every step as I pass the fellow nomads of the city, through their homes in the underpasses, the thoughts take a stronger hold, engulfing my mind in a never-ending tirade of noise.
Why do these people have no home?
Why does no one help them?
In my mind, I obsess over their existence, but when I see them I look away. It doesn’t omit them from reality, so why do I pretend it does? But then…
Why do I have a home?
Why can I get help when I need it?
If I struggle, I want people to look. Those that don’t must be heartless cowards. Cowards with homes, with access, warmth, security. Maybe instead of giving everyone sanctuary, we should remove it. Chaos creates community, community rebuilds humanity, and humanity is in a dire need of an upgrade.
Well, if the authorities won’t do anything, someone has to light the match. How else can we make our voices heard?
Welcome to round two with the Harley mask, and developing story. I still have no idea where I’m going with this, I just know I’m enjoying the expansion each week. Also, apologies if this came a little late – yesterday we drove from Chicago to MI. I currently feel like I’m in a low-budget Interstellar, chasing the time zones of the world but knowing I’ll never get anything back.