I think I’m losing interest in ‘current affairs’. After a
while, it all starts to feel like a crappy reality show that you just can’t seem
to switch off, even though it’s just making you want to throw up all over.
Besides, what’s the point of it all anyway? That all of it is messy? Or is it that
the mess is too close to home these days?
You can’t really say things were never this fucked up
before. Fact is, they always were. Can’t find a time when some people,
somewhere, wasn’t doing fucked up shit to some other people. People suck.
Keep a few pieces of strings in a corner and let ‘em stay
there for a while. Don’t do a thing, just keep ‘em there and see what happens.
They got all tangled. Haven’t they? Nobody made them do it. They certainly
didn’t mean to themselves, but here they are, giving you a something to sort
out. People are the same way. You throw a bunch of them together, let ‘em
interact and pretty soon they manage to get all tangled up, in good ways and
bad. The more people you throw in the mix, the more complex patterns you see.
Before you know it, a few wise folks decide that for things to work, you need
to figure out a few rules to keep things sorted out, you know, so that the
system is not too tangled to function. Every now and then the wise guys would
disagree on the best way to keep order and start pulling things every which
way. Tensions rise, strings tear, and patterns change. Nothing new here, just
the magnitudes vary.
Be as it may, perhaps these days with satellite TV, cheap
flights, internet and whatnot, there are more people in the mix than ever
before. Smaller patterns from every which corner, coming in contact with other
patterns, forming a larger pattern,…perhaps the largest the world has ever seen.
Wise guys from all around, tugging and pulling frantically, so that their order
prevails, all the while ignoring the fact that this is different from what they
know, nobody ever been through this and that they don’t really know how to deal
with it. Meanwhile tensions rise, strings snap, and whole patterns disappear,
forever. Chaos will rule supreme before
a more enduring pattern can emerge. (That is of course if enough strings
survive after the madness has passed.)
Now that its summed up, somewhat,…perhaps I can switch off
the damned TV for good to invest in something a little more productive. Something
that doesn’t go around in the same vicious circles all the time.
