It’s like a subaural chaotic hymn rattling through our collective psyche. Since last year, a low-grade gnawing fear that has not abated, planted in our mind, expressed in cave survival.
We’re pummeled with fear and insecurity. The elites and government have tenderized our sanity with layers of suggestible apprehension. Soft, weak, pliable, we respond the best we can: we submit.
If 2020’s symbol of helplessness was toilet paper, 2021’s symbol might be more grave.