Good Morning. I feel a dread coming. Happy New Year!

It’s a feeling, this dread, this existential, apocalyptic dread. Feel it coming round the mountain, I do. Feel it coming down the pike. It’s already loosened from our heads, this mighty dread.

I can’t help it. We live in an apocalypse of multiple, grinding, prolonged calamities. The weather turns gloomy one day, storms rage, and happy sunshine sparkles again. Then more darkness falls from skies heavy with silver and gray. The news cycles seemed trapped in their own circular inertia of addictive doom and gloom. Social media ricochets between apathy, denial, and toxic vitriol and self-righteous hatred. Facts and truths are buried under landslides of lies and illogical, insane, so-called conspiracy theories. Continue reading →