SWARTHOS

It was that perfect time of day again. A little past 3pm and the world looked like a methodically orchestrated apocalyptic disaster. You could see traces of it in the shadows as the sun had begun to set, radiating a golden-purple halo of Sheol. The nightmares of the truth had already begun to unravel without any safeguards to really lock in the truth. I began to search for that cyberpunk moment where the air shifts and light changes. Where a multitude of viewpoints suddenly burst forth from all kinds of places, all at once. Everything suddenly seemed to pull apart like a prism filled with all the colors of the rainbow with no way to hold them down.

But my attention was quickly snatched in a different direction: Israel was under attack and what these attackers, these swine, were doing was nothing short of soul-crushing. My heart sank at the thought of all the lives being taken and of the citizens of Israel being hurt and traumatized on this Sunday. All I could do was pray and mourn for Israel, that a swift and just victory would be restored to the land.

Shifting back to myself, my own internal landscape, I began to contemplate my next move, my next great thought for The Great Repository of the Future Digital Wasteland. Everything in this wasteland seemed to be spinning out of control and yet there was something thrilling about it. It was like a force of nature that no amount of obstacles could stop. I just had to let go and throw myself and my ideas into the fire.

And with that, I write this down into the repository, onto the ash heap of the future society. May God bless the citizens of Israel and all the other people in this perilous hour. Until later…