It’s still morning, right? I’m going to have to rename this thing to just “Coffee” if my mornings keep filling up like this.
I’ve been thinking a lot about apocalypses lately (you can blame The Fevered for that.) Not any specific apocalypse scenario, mind you. Just the idea of something cataclysmic happening that throws everybody’s life out of joint at once.
Somebody once told me that our culture’s fascination with widespread calamity is the result of a society growing bored with everything working perfectly. I’m not sure about that, really. I sure wouldn’t argue that we’re bored and might even fabricate things to stand up for (or against,) but I’m not convinced that anybody is so antsy that they want any end to come.
Maybe our fixation is exactly the result of wondering what it would like if our next door neighbour’s life fell apart at the same time as ours. How often have we been waylaid by traumatic events in our lives only to notice that everybody else carries on? They hardly even notice us, and why should they? But what if a common event united us all?
It’s a question worth asking, at least. Perhaps even worth discussing.