As a child, I I used to communicate with shadows. I thought they were real. They were often good listeners, but sometimes quite creepy. I didn’t know then that the person in every shadow was me.
I shut my eyes so I don’t see living skeletons,
of momentarily dead bodies.
I convince myself that it’s not cowardice,
my toddler deserves a mentally healthy mom.
I allow myself to hide,
and I persuade myself to live,
even as infants inhale their last breath of oxygen and rubble.
Let me start off by saying this is NOT a research paper. It’s simply the first part of a longer rant. I want to get all the negative energy out of my system and into the wild (sorry universe!). Continue reading “War Rant – Part 1: The War Narrative and the Death of Philosophy”
After a year and a half of being inactive or semi-active on social media, mainly due to a phase of reflection and depression, I began to tweet from time to time after the start of the war. Continue reading “War Rant War Rant- Part 2: War Awakens Burried Prejudices”