Palace intrigue abounds. Full-scale war looms threateningly on the horizon. The Supreme Court tilts rightward, promising future disappointments. The media lurches from narrative to narrative, frantically trying to piece together a coherent story.
A lot’s going on. A lot is always going on. A populace overstuffed on alarming tidbits of information fed to them 24 hours a day reflexively turn back to old distractions. Besides, it feels like a lull in the nightmare, not measured in weeks or months as in times past, but days.
We’ll take it. Heaven knows we need it. This new normal is exhausting. A return to even a poor verisimilitude of sanity could be over in an hour.
(Year Zero/Day Eighty-Nine)