I’m often think I’m not a sane human being. I mean, the whole world is either gaslighting, being gaslit or just completely off the deep end.

I’ll be honest, sometimes, the idea of being completely ignorant, lost in your own little world, seems appealing, but not if it’s in the hateful, detached from reality manner of a Republican or the mindless bliss of some person who “just doesn’t think about these things”.

I think you have to. The problem is that it’s crazymaking.

And I’m tired of feeling like I’m nuts.

Target: 1200 words
Written: 885 words, novella: The Mungk