Have you ever sat at a cafe in the middle of a bustle, where you oddly enjoy the noise? It’s okay to hear the noise, but then you look up and see them really see them: people. It makes you want to run for the hills, not out of fear, but for safety and peace of mind. As a species, something seems fundamentally broken, flawed, or disconnected. Like, for me looking in, no one likes war, but at the end of the day, speaking about it doesn’t change anything. It persists, it continues, and fixing that is impossible.
It’s funny, really, when you look at UAPs, alien abductions, and the stories that make you go, “No way” the Phoenix Lights, Skinwalker Ranch, the Nazca Lines, and even Bigfoot—but honestly, I get it. Why destroy the planet? It’s fine; just take the people. I want to say it’s the generation, but honestly, it might just be us. There’s something missing. We’ve all got shit to do—I get it, I do too—but it’s strange how we’re fine watching others sink while having a conversation over a glass of wine about it. Flawed. We’re all guilty of it, even me.
The Sherp series made me remember why I’m at ease with just listening, being “the chat,” and playing the silent game. Because to look at you is to see you and see myself, and the fact that you look like me makes me hate what I see in the mirror. The silent game keeps you connected, because seeing you truly seeing you that is where the problems truly begin.
There’s a quote out there somewhere: “God created mankind, and mankind did the rest.” It’s an exhausting race whether you’re actively involved, right in the middle, or on the outskirts looking in. It’s an exhausting race, the human race.
That’s all for The CHAT. Signing off until next time.
