I’m having a hard time tweeting lately, and sharing on social media, because for the most part, nothing seems as important as where we all are in this world, living under the condition that the world may end right before our eyes — as we are seeing its very decline. And I feel that for anything I post on social media from now on should be some sort of solution, activation, or rejection of — and relating to — our demise. And yes, I understand that we will all die; I guess what I’m trying to say is that death by mass destruction due to our humanity’s utter neglect of the only home we have wasn’t on my list. And I’m saying this after I lived through a stretch run in box office hits that included movies like Independence Day, Armageddon, and even read and watched The Road, never thinking that I would see it all come to real life. That just wasn’t in the cards for me, I thought.
The Dinosaurs
The dinosaurs hadn’t a clue and maybe they were all better for it. Just one day a crash from a meteor that torched the surface of the earth and then silence.
Right now, what we’re experiencing is precognition.
The government is calling it a “code red.” Our world is in peril. And so — though I want to post my hot take on the industry of publishing dictionaries on twitter and share my photo of my children nestled inside the holes I dug up for them on the soft sands of Cardiff By The Sea, I choose to pass up the opportunity. It just doesn’t seem right; it just feels like emptiness, posting empty things on empty timelines to increasingly empty heads.
I guess, based on this very post, I’ve found a platform for my worries and my worries at the moment is as deep as the crater that was formed by the meteor that killed the dinosaurs.