Member-only story
World Psychosis (2021 Thoughts)
We are echoing screams inside a funhouse.
We are buckshot spraying through ocher skies.
We are hysterical pigeons nested inside invisible clocks.
We fight for every scrap of information even as we beg for the deluge of data to stop. We cling to hope with one hand, terror and outrage with the other.
The right hand knows damn well what the left one does, and the left hand knows damn well what the right one does, but they both have heavy suspicions of the others’ motivations.
Each of us nurses our own private conspiracy theories, all the while lambasting our enemies as conspiracy theorists.
We are all blinds hands scratching for crumbs in dusty cupboards.
Your conspiracy theory is baseless lunacy; my conspiracy theory is the obviously true thing whose evidence simply cannot yet be seen.
These mad times have me thinking of Carl Jung, the great Swiss psychiatrist, philosopher, seeker, visionary, Red-Book lunatic.
