It’s difficult to focus.
It seems like another piece of a terrible puzzle falls into place every day and before I have fully reconciled the image before me, it has suddenly changed again.
Always shifting. Like trying to read a road sign through a downpour.
Is that the goal? To keep us so off balance that don’t dare pause to ask why? Or that we will so exhaust ourselves with the asking again, and again… and again, that we will lack the energy to DO anything about the answers?
If so, it may be working.
How far my beloved home has fallen. Will the sun have an encore in my lifetime?
Right now, I just don’t know.