I suppose that’s the problem, isn’t it? You read something like Permanent Record, and it reminds you that your control over anything in this world is essentially non-existent.
That it’s all fucked up, and likely to burn and burn forever, and that’s okay. Because there’s nothing you can do about it.
You can catch some of the assholes, take a few down, but you’ll never stop the craven need for greed and power of men like the Bush family or the Trump crime syndicate. Pierre Poilevre and Stephen Harper. Vladimir Putin, Boris Johnson, Netanyahu, Mugabe, Noriega, MBS, Musk… the list goes on and on.
You do your best not to give them an inch, and take back the inches they stole, but in the end, their interest is in power and greed, and ours is in happiness and enjoyment. Where you put your focus, grows.
So dance away, and let the motherfuckers watch.
Target: 1200 words
Written: 1549 words, novella: The Mungk