Who - or what - unleashed this, I cannot say. Not that it will matter. It tore through us, all of us. A person, a place, a time, infected by it, forced to advance, retreat, repeat. Spreading overland, oversea, over time, infecting all it touches, then and now, and soon. Trapped in loops upon loops, unable to escape the past or future. Nonsensical. If we could see with an extra dimension, it may make some sense, but we’d be no better for it. There’s nothing we can do, but wait. It’s already here. It’s always been here.
Paddy Dobson
13th February 2024