January 14th

  How quick can a society crumble? 14 days ago the world made sense. By the 14th the world just didn’t work anymore.

I saw a rift tearing itself through the ground outside. But it wasn’t a rift. It was like the world itself was slowly losing coherence. Like it just didn’t want to stay together anymore.

I thought back to that first tweet. That first youtube video and that first facebook message. I am not sure if they were what did this btu they were the contagion that made it possible. None of this would have been possible if that thing that had made those messages hadn’t been able to promote his message worldwide so easily. So easy it was to exploit a urge for the world to make sense again.

We had all felt it. We all knew things were spiralling even before the messages started. But it hadn’t really fallen apart until one thing could gather followers by way of those poison tweets and videos. We were divided but those messages had been the hammer on the fault line of our collective psyche.

Others had exploited that in the past, of course. But it was always just the so-called “Culture Wars” that had been promoted by unscrupulous politicians. Now it was reality itself that seemed to be being broken.

I found a pad of paper and started writing this this morning. The man that had been there walked out the door about two hours ago. I don’t know where he was going. I don’t care. 

Why don’t I care? Why don’t I care if another human being lives or dies? I don’t know. Maybe I do and the events of the last two weeks just shoved it down far enough that I can’t find it. Or maybe I really just don’t care.

I know two weeks ago I was a good person. Not great. I’d get angry online from time to time and the last girlfriend I’d had had left saying I was too remote. But I was a good person. I’d care if another person lived or died. But now I don’t know.